In her past life, no one would have worried about her like this.
Whitaker Scarlett was full of confidence today. Even if Carson took her to the teachers of County East High School, she wouldn’t be intimidated.
The young female teacher didn’t seem to take the exam seriously, simply pointing to a desk in the office:
“The exam papers are there. Do the questions yourself.”
“Teacher Alex…”
How could this be considered an exam with people constantly coming and going in the office?
Carson wanted to argue with Teacher Alex, but Whitaker Scarlett stopped him. “Go back to class. I’ll do the papers here slowly. If I’m quick, maybe I can catch the lunch rush at the cafeteria.”
Teacher Alex glanced at Whitaker Scarlett.
It was nine o’clock in the morning. County East High School cafeteria opened at noon, closing at 1 p.m.
At most four hours. How many subjects could Whitaker Scarlett finish?
“You can’t leave in the middle. All the papers are on the desk.”
Teacher Alex was afraid Whitaker Scarlett would memorize the questions and ask for answers outside. Whitaker Scarlett didn’t care. It seemed she wouldn’t be having lunch. No matter how capable she was, it was impossible to finish seven subjects’ exams in four hours.
“Then I’ll bring you lunch. I’ll pass it through the window.”
Carson, afraid Whitaker Scarlett would refuse, ran off immediately.
“Teacher Alex, thank you for your trouble.”
Teacher Alex would definitely be “proctoring” from beginning to end. Hopefully, Carson would remember to bring Teacher Alex lunch as well. Considering Whitaker Scarlett’s junior high school education, Carson must have put in a lot of effort for this special exam to get County East High School to give Whitaker Scarlett a chance. The young Teacher Alex, assigned to proctor Whitaker Scarlett, probably felt it was a waste of time and was naturally unhappy.
Hearing Whitaker Scarlett’s words, Teacher Alex felt a little better:
“If you need to use the restroom, just tell me. There are clean cups there; you can pour your own water.”
Whitaker Scarlett nodded and sat down.
The desk was clean and tidy, with nothing but seven exam papers. Whitaker Scarlett took out her pen and ink, starting with the English paper.
It was so easy.
The first question was “phonetic discrimination”: four words, find the one with a different vowel sound.
“for, ord, born, torn”
Whitaker Scarlett was almost moved to tears.
Heaven had sent her back to 1983, perhaps to make her a winner in life. If she had come half a year earlier, she could have directly participated in the 1983 college entrance examination. There wouldn’t have been the mess of Whitaker Rosalie soaring to the top and “Whitaker Scarlett” falling to the bottom.
Whitaker Scarlett underlined “ord.”
Whitaker Scarlett finished the English paper in 20 minutes.
Then she picked up the math paper.
With people constantly coming and going in the office, Whitaker Scarlett buried her head in the questions, writing furiously, surprising Teacher Alex. Wasn’t it said that a junior high school graduate couldn’t do a senior high school exam? Just as Whitaker Scarlett wanted to use the restroom, Teacher Alex stood up to accompany her. Before leaving, she locked Whitaker Scarlett’s papers in the drawer.
Whitaker Scarlett was working on the English paper. She left many simple recitation questions blank. Teacher Alex shook her head secretly. With this level, she wanted to join County East High School and take the college entrance exam next year?
Enrolling in the first year of high school now, it would be a great honor if she could pass the exam in three years.
Teacher Alex shook her head, accompanied Whitaker Scarlett to the restroom, and basically gave up hope for this girl’s exam results. By noon, Whitaker Scarlett had finished English, and math. The math problems weren’t particularly easy; she couldn’t just glance at them and know the answers. She had forgotten many formulas and knowledge points, needing a lot of scratch paper to calculate the results.
Although she couldn’t answer the recitation part of the English exam, Whitaker Scarlett could still manage the comprehension section.
The essay also took some time.
“Teacher Alex, aren’t you going to eat? Shall I watch over things for you?”
A male teacher walked in with a smile, quite concerned about the young Teacher Alex.
“Teacher Jonah, go eat. I’ll go later.”
Whether Whitaker Scarlett could answer the questions correctly was one thing. From what Teacher Alex saw, this girl had been writing continuously, and her attitude was commendable. Teacher Alex planned to wait for Whitaker Scarlett to write a little longer before taking her to the cafeteria for lunch. Teachers didn’t have much money these days, but treating Whitaker Scarlett to two buns in the cafeteria was still doable.
The exam papers were easy to handle; just lock them up. Teacher Alex planned to take the key with her, ensuring Whitaker Scarlett wouldn’t contact anyone and couldn’t cheat.
