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Day of the Acton-Boxborough Graduation Ceremony 2007
I never liked Rosemary Dow. She was the one who had first noticed my promise in math, but she was always too smart for me. Even while she cultivated my growth as a student, unthinkable corruption was snaking its way throughout the junior high math department, and even she did not know what was going on.
Or so it seemed. She asked me and my squad to do it. The entirety of my team flunked out of honors math except for me in uncovering Dow's role in the conspiracy: She had participated in jockery, committed acts that would send any non-commie straight to hell. My evidence was inconclusive, but the charges got her booted out of the school.
Bill Noeth had been one of my favorite people in the world. He'd guided me, opened my eyes, shown me much of the joy that is math. His teachings of Americanism had inspired me to become what I was that day. What was I that day? That is irrelevant.
But there was corruption in the high school math department - oodles of it, which somehow managed to weave into wrecking graduation. Someone was leaking secrets left and right, but Bill's best efforst could not produce the culprit. Again I volunteered my services. Investigation led me to the Community Services office... and finally to Dow, who'd been working under a different name.
Even after bringing Dow into custody, however, further troubles plagued our ceremony. I realized with far too much certainty that Dow would not break under normal mathematical pressure. Despite her attempt to escape, she was recaptured and imprisoned... but she was brought out to write one final "flunk them out" math test to prevent students from taking Algebra I in the fourth grade.
And then I cut the communications. Turned off all cell phones. She left the library minutes before I failed the last student on his test. I sprinted out, calling out her name in the long corridors of the Green Wing.
"Hold it right there, George!"
I froze, turned around. Rosemary Dow, as I had suspected, was waving a graphing calculator at me.
"Put the calculator down, real slow."
I complied. My TI-84 rested conspicuously at my feet.
"You were never gonna really let me go, were you?"
"No."
She hit the ON button on her calculator.
A look of confusion spread on her face; she knew exactly what was coming to her, but it didn't stop her from slamming open the battery case and observing clearly dead batteries.
I picked up my calculator and strode over to her. "You are responsible for the failures of Patrick Wu, Anandh Swaminathan, and Albert Chuang."
"That's the way it works."
ON. GRAPH. XYZEQUALSEQUALSEQUALSROROROSINSINCOSCOSSINPHIPHIPHITHETATHETA.
Perhaps now I could get a move on my life.
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