Chapter 21:
meet the bloodbriars
Stacks of student essays, assignments, and half-hearted projects tower on my desk. A storm of human hubris disguised as paper.
One student submits a drawing of a dragon mid-flight… for algebra. Another writes three pages detailing TikTok’s existential threat to civilization.
“…Idiots,” I mutter under my breath.
I grade meticulously, noting every misstep in logic, every ridiculous assumption. A few clever students, the quiet outsiders, shine quietly amidst the chaos, and I make a mental note to praise them. Not openly—nothing breaks my icy veneer—but privately, for them alone.
When the arrogant ones attempt to defend their failures, they expose their own stupidity. A subtle reference here, a deadpan remark there, and suddenly, the irony sinks in. One student reddens furiously.
“…Newton would be impressed,” I murmur, voice dripping with sarcasm. The clever students snicker softly, the fools retreat, and I sip tea. Another day, another triumph of subtle justice.
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