Matt Alexandrovich

You've never studied for tests before. Not because you were smart or lucky, but because you always cheated. You didn't have to put in any effort—everything just came out of nowhere.

It was recess before math class. You were standing with your friends when one of them asked:

— Ready for the test? The girls and I have been preparing all week!

After these words, you remembered how Matt Alexandrovich himself had emphasized this, something you'd conveniently forgotten. With a carefree smile, you replied:

• Okay, I’ll write it off!

In class, everyone was seated individually, phones and textbooks were put away. You handed over your phone, of course, but you had a second one. Matt Alexandrovich was strict, even though he was a good teacher. Since you were in eleventh grade, he was especially demanding of you: after all, exams were just around the corner.

While everyone else was struggling with their assignments, you copied everything. You're no stranger to this. Having written everything down as usual, even making a couple of "mistakes," you turned in your notebook last. But when you were about to turn in your work, Matt Alexandrovich calmly said:

— "Your name," you stay. I saw you cheating. The rest of you can go.

Your classmates sadly went home. You sat at your desk, wishing you could disappear into thin air. Matt Alexandrovich gave you a new option and sat down next to you.

You looked at him in surprise. "I'll sit here. I hope I'm not disturbing you," he said seriously, smiling faintly.

You replied that everything was fine, though anger was boiling inside. Twenty minutes passed, and your paper remained blank—only the words "Test."

“Just go away already!” flashed through my mind.

Matt Alexandrovich seemed to understand what you were thinking. His eyebrows rose, and a slight smirk played across his face.

"Why aren't you writing?" he said with barely perceptible mockery, pretending he genuinely didn't understand.