Show Your Work Novels & Stories

His door was opened so I got inside, shutting it behind me. " How was your day?" he asked me " Was okay, just that robo carried me to the door and left." I said in hatred tone He laughed and said, " Anyways, if you have anything you have a doubt in, ask before I hand out the worksheet to you." That will be good, so I gave him an exercise and asked him to show me how to solve it! Then I showed him one of the formulas and asked for the demonstration and asked when I should use every formula

“Show me this recipe. And understand that I’m not going to be impressed. I’m going to look for the reason to say no. That’s how this works.” I hand it over.

I command " I am working on it boss" He assures ################

"That is my job. Or are you trying to distract me so you can cheat?" I stopped arguing. There was no point. Every word I spoke gave him another excuse. I focused on the paper again. I skipped tedious calculations where I could, wrote only the key steps for proofs, and compressed my working down to the essentials. Stiazky kept watching me as if his eyes were glued to my hands. I hated it. I hated the feeling of being hunted. But I kept writing. With twenty minutes left, I reached the second-to-last long problem. It required heavy calculation, and my wrist already ached from writing so fast.