Math with Miss Pox

Miss Pox, known as the iron virgin among the students, teaches math. To say you can imagine better teachers would be a joke. She is terrible. She hates students and uses any excuse to give somebody detention. She also makes mistakes when rating the tests on purpose and gives a fuck about complains. Many parents and even lawyers put pressure on the director so she has to rate the tests correctly. But still, it is wise to check them.

When you arrive in class you are the last student. Only a seat in the first row is still available. The bell didn’t rang yet, but Miss Pox nevertheless already started the lesson. She is a gray-haired old lady and was never married. Her nickname comes from the rumor she never had sex in her life.

“You are late, young man!” she says sharp.

“I’m not,” you reply, “school hasn’t started.”

Just to prove you right, the bell rings and starts the lessons.

“This bell means nothing,” Miss Pox yells, “I start and end the lesson. And you are late. You will stay here in your break and clean the floor. Is that clear?”

You don’t answer and the other students are clearly on your side. Many of them complain but Miss Pox couldn’t care less. She just lets a girl from first row collect all homework and begins with her lesson. She started logarithm yesterday and for her this is enough time to expect you all are now masters in this topic and can follow stuff never mentioned before.

Time goes on slowly. Miss Pox tells something at the board. You know she will soon ask somebody something he can impossible know by now, just to complain about him being stupid. So you use the time to take a closer look at the book. There are the same spells like before. Nothing has changed.

You look at a side at the beginning and read: Basic fortune telling. Allows a look few seconds in the future to see what you enemy planed. Can be blogged easy by a simple mind blocking spell (see below). True fortune telling needs potions (page 312, 313 and 335, 336, 337) and focus objects.

Under this there is a spell written. Or at least you think so, since the spell is just a bunch of letters. You mumble the words quite and wonder what this means. You try it again and this time, you put more effort in the syllables. Suddenly you feel strange and get a slight headache. Then a few letters form before your eyes: X = log(Y³-2Y). Y can’t be 0, see second row. Then from one moment to the next everything is gone. You feel normal again. But you are shocked.

“So, anybody paid attention?” Miss Pox suddenly asks, “if you did, telling me what X has to be shouldn’t be a problem. You there, latecomer. Maybe you can’t arrive in time but you could at least answer me this.”

“X = log(Y³-2Y)” you say automatically, “and Y can’t be 0 as we see in second row.”

“That’s …,” Miss Pox begins but suddenly realizes that you are right, “that’s not what I asked. X = log(Y³-2) is the right answer, true, but the rest was not necessary. Or are you suddenly the teacher here?”

You don’t answer this. You can’t believe it. Did you just used a magic spell? You couldn’t have known the answer. Miss Pox started the logarithm just yesterday. This was much to advance for everyone in class. Miss Pox focus back on the lesson and you try to calm down. The impressed looks of your classmates care you very little at the moment.

It takes a few minutes but finally the bell ends the lesson. Miss Pox of course doesn’t cares and continues for half of the break. But then most students leave as soon as she stops. You hurry to leave too despite Miss Pox angry demand that you stay and clean the floor like ordered. You goal is the restroom. You need to check this book in private. Otherwise you are sure you lose your mind.