Chapter 9 chapter eight

When Handa's obedient secretary came in on tiptoe and put down the day's letters on the table in front of her, Miss Ping was invigilating the end of the senior pathology semester for Miss Luke to have more time to correct the test papers. take an exam. Miss Ping was perplexed, and looked at the test paper with a frown, wondering how words like arthritis, gonorrhea, and abscess could appear after a summer breakfast? Like a flower planted by a gardener.The thoracic curvature may be a part of the dahlia; the original Latin name for the spinal cord is a bit like the blue climbing vine flower, which turns pink when ripe.Tabes dorsalis looks like an exotic, expensive, alluring lily.

chorea.Scoliosis.Empty concave foot. My God! Can all these young people understand? How to distinguish the different treatments according to the following conditions: Congenital (2) Trauma (3) Hysteria.Oh! how could she have made the mistake of pitying these young men? She looked down sympathetically from the podium as the various students wrote for their lives.The faces were heavy, but not entirely anxious.Only Ruth looked rather worried, and Lucy, finding her worried face a little prettier than it was pretending, remained sympathetic.Dexter buried her head in the test paper, stuck out her tongue, and sighed after reading each line of test questions, repeating the same action for each line.Bao'er is full of confidence and has a calm attitude, as if she is writing an invitation letter, "doubt" does not exist in her life, no matter it is now or in the future, her life will never be troubled in any way.Stewart's face was even paler under the red hair, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. Stewart's future was also guaranteed. She was going back to her hometown in Scotland to teach at Colway College. She had invited Lucy to her Saturday night The celebration was held. ("We don't invite faculty members to private parties, but since you are not an official faculty member, you can come as a friend.") The four disciples sat scattered in the front row, and from time to time they exchanged encouraging glances with each other , this is their specialty subject, obviously they have nothing to worry about.They were well worth every penny they were hired by Manchester.Innes, who was sitting by the window, looked up at the garden outside the window frequently, as if it could refresh her mind. Judging from the way she wrote the test paper in a leisurely manner, she didn't need to look for inspiration.She looked at the garden just to seek spiritual comfort, as if to say: "Yes, the beautiful scenery is still there, and there is another peach blossom garden outside the classroom." Innes looked as if the school could no longer keep her.The deep cut from the nose to the corner of the mouth is still there.

Lucy took the paper knife from Miss Luc's neat drawer, and was about to read her letters.Three bills, this one doesn't need to be opened in a hurry.A receipt, a statement, a boxy, expensive-looking, dark-blue rigid envelope with a raised scarlet name: Misan Grey (the actress's way of promoting herself is simply top notch).In the letter, there are five lines of big characters written in a thick pen, thanking her for her contribution to the Charity Fund.There was only Mrs. Somerset's letter left, so she took the paper-knife and opened it. Your Excellency (in addition to "Madame", Mrs. Somemmers also wrote many typos): As you told me, I sent an emergency package (package) by (post).Registered.When Lao Fu went to work today, he threw it into the post box on Waymore Street, and put the receipt (receipt) together.I also paid (ordered) according to (ordered) and wrapped the blue letter with the clothes.Your pink knit top hasn't come back from the wash, I'll put another one in, hope it's right.

My lord, don't say I'm talkative, but it's a good thing.It's not good for a woman who writes her own book without a young (young) person to keep her company.Don't think I'm in charge, I'm doing it for your own good, you are the best woman I've ever done, and Lao Fu said the same. He said good women run around seeing things are not good. Don't say I'm talkative. Mrs. Somermouth enters again, the hard brush in the toe of the velvet shoe. For the next fifteen minutes, Lucy indulges in the love that Mrs. Somerset has given her, Mrs. Somerset Angry because of the laundry, but also because she read too many books and paid too much tuition.Public schools don't suit everyone's needs, but junior schools should offer small classes in literacy and numeracy to ensure a good basic education for the "future Mrs. Mawmouth".The part-time gardener in her family, Lao Mai, left school at the age of twelve, but in terms of writing ability, he will never lose to anyone with a college degree. Why? It is because he comes from a small village school with small classes. , and has a good teacher.

Of course, more because in his time, basic education was more important than free milk.After education, he is able to cope with everything else.He only ate round cakes made of white flour with strong tea, and at the age of ninety-two, he drove west to end his energetic life. Miss Ruth jolted her out of meditation.There was a new expression on Miss Ruth's face, which Lucy did not like at all.She had seen Miss Ruth disappointed, flattered, affected, worried, but she had never seen Miss Ruth furtive. Why was she sneaking around? For a while Lucy looked at her curiously. Ruth raised her eyes, saw Lucy staring at her, and hurriedly looked away again.Gone is the sneaky look, replaced by a category that's "consciously carefree."Lucy knew the look well.Her training as a primary school teacher was not in vain.Every child who steals candy has this look.The same goes for the student who secretly does the math problems in French class.

Students who cheat on exams are no exception. What did Handa say? "Theoretical subjects were more difficult for her." I see. Emphysema and those other strange flower-sounding names were clearly too much for Miss Ruth, so she had to get some memory boost.The question is, what is she using and where is it. Not on the knee.The desk is open with no divider in front, so not a good place to hide a cheat sheet.Fingernails are too small to write pathological references, usually just enough to copy equations.More likely, it's written on the sleeves, and it doesn't matter if the cuffs are sewn with elastic or not.However, these girls are wearing short-sleeved tops.So, where would it be? Or had she just peeked at O'Donnell's exam paper in the front seat, or Thomas's exam paper on the right? Lucy turned to her letter and read it for a while, waiting for a good moment.

All school teachers know this trick.She raised her eyes, looked at all the students casually, and then looked down to read the letter.Looking up again, she looked directly at Ruth.Ruth buried her head in the test paper, holding a handkerchief in her left hand.Even with a whole handkerchief, it would not be possible to write a cheat sheet on such a heavy subject as pathology, and besides, it would be too difficult to use; and thinking about it, handkerchiefs are not commonly used in Lai's College, except for Ruth. , no one held a handkerchief for blowing their noses.Lucy decided that whatever material Ruth was using must be in her left hand.Her seat was at the end of the window row, so there was a wall to her left, and no one could see the movement of her left hand.

Lucy wondered, what to do now? Walking to the back of the room, asked her to hand over her handkerchief, and found that it was just a piece of white linen nine inches square, with the owner's initials neatly embroidered on the corners, and it was White as if she just got it from the laundry? Should she hand over her handkerchief and detonate a scandal like a hurricane at the most unstable moment of the senior class? Opportunity to peek at the cheat sheet and say nothing? This last method is the least noticeable.So far, she has no chance of cheating. It is not fair to condemn a person for a trivial matter.

Lucy strolled off the desk and walked towards the back of the room, leaning against the wall, standing between Ruth and Thomas. Thomas stopped writing and smiled up at her.Ruth didn't look up.Later, she puts the handkerchief—and the unknown object hidden inside—in the pocket of her coat. Well, she's broken the evil plot now, but with no sense of accomplishment.For the first time, she realized that a trick that could be said to be out of order in elementary school was annoying when it appeared on the final exam in senior grade.She was thankful that this had happened to Ruth and had nothing to do with the other students.After a while, she strolled back to the desk, even if she was far away from Ruth, she could not concentrate on the papers in front of her.Lucy was furious to find herself feeling sorry for Ruth.Yes, sad.Feeling sorry for Ruth.Anyway, this girl has worked hard.If everything is true, she is madly serious.She didn't come up with this method just to be lazy.She just found it almost impossible to get good grades in her subjects, so she succumbed to temptation recklessly.

Looking at this matter from another angle made it easier for Lucy, so she was able to face this cheat sheet incident with a relaxed attitude during the next invigilation time.She buried her head in the examination paper again, awed by the breadth of the questions covered, and curious to know how Ruth could organize so much information into an efficient and compact cheat sheet.She really wanted to ask her. The most likely inference is that Ruth was worried about a particular subject or two before making the cheat sheet on the slip. Innes first gathered the test papers together and clamped them with paper clips on the upper edge.She read it again from the beginning, made some corrections occasionally, put the entire stack on the table, sat for a while, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery outside the window, then quietly stood up and walked to the podium, and put the test paper on the podium in front of Miss Ping .

"Oh! What a catastrophe!" Dax wailed, "Has anyone finished writing? I still have half a question to answer!" "Hush, Miss Dax," said Lucy dutifully. Dax gave her a bright smile back and continued to work hard. Stewart and Boa Nash handed in the test papers right after Innes. After a while, the test papers in front of Miss Ping piled up higher and higher.Five minutes before the end time, there were only three students left in the classroom: one was Thomas, a dark-skinned Welsh who presumably slept too much and didn't study hard; Dry Dax; finally there's flushed, unhappy Ruth, clearly in dire straits.For the last two minutes only Ruth was left, looking confused and desperate, flipping through the papers back and forth, cutting out, adding to, correcting. The ringing of the bell in the distance ended her indecision and the last chance, and she had to accept the answer she had made.She hurriedly piled up the test papers and handed them to Lucy; she knew clearly that the ringing of the bell meant that she would gather at the gymnasium in a while, and that Furuo could not accept the excuse that the test questions were too difficult to allow her to be late.Lucy had expected her to at least avoid eye contact, or show some self-conscious gesture.Ruth, however, surprised Lucy with a direct smile and a direct exclamation. "Phew!" Ruth blew, "It's terrible." After saying that, she ran forward to join the others. Lucy looked at the test paper in front of her in frustration.Everything is from her imagination.Ruth wasn't cheating after all, at least not on a regular basis.Now that I think about it, the furtive look on her face might just be because she couldn't answer well, or at worst, she just wanted to sneak a peek at the answers of the classmates sitting next to her.The blush on her neck was nothing more than knowing that she was suspected of cheating.Lucy remembered that when she was in school, even if she was innocent, her whole face would turn red with senseless crimes because she was suspected.Really, she had to apologize to Ruth, and she had to find a way to make it up to her. She stacked the test papers neatly, and arranged them with the strokes of her surname in an old habit. After carefully counting the number of sheets, she took them upstairs to Miss Luke's room, secretly glad that it would not be her turn to correct the test papers.There was no one in the room, she left the examination paper on the table and stood for a while, thinking about what to do in the hour before lunch.Maybe she could go to the gymnastics, she thought, but she must not watch the whole show so familiarly that it would lose its novelty during the school day.After finally convincing Handa to let her stay until that day—in fact, it didn’t take much persuasion—she didn’t want to spoil the fun of the day by being greedy beforehand.She went downstairs and strolled in front of the large windows of the landings—architects of the eighteenth century really knew how to design houses, and the landings of modern houses have no place to walk at all, only narrow and dangerous corners, plus a small window. A window like a ship's porthole for light--from here, across the courtyard, on the other side of the wing, she could see the elms in the meadow and the adjoining brook.She wanted to go into the golden phoenix garden and stay for a while.On a beautiful summer day, there is nothing more intoxicating than gazing at a sea of ​​buttercups.So she went down, along the wing, to the shaded corridor leading to the gymnasium, so that she could go to the golden phoenix garden behind the gymnasium. As she walked along the shaded corridor, her eyes were caught by a splash of color in the grass on either side.At first she thought it was the petals of a small flower, but then she found that it was a square object, which could never be a petal. It was a small address book covered in faded red leather.It looks like an accessory that goes with the bag. It should be an old-fashioned leather bag, because the way the leather is treated is not like the latest fashion.She thought idly of old-fashioned ladies' purses and other small accessories, and of course there should be little perfume bottles, gold pens, little ivory writing pads, etc.; open the notepad and see what is written on it , the inner page is filled with densely packed small characters: "Pathology · Anatomy · Injury changes · Joint membrane fibrous tissue · Capillary · Fold · Bone-joint stiffness · Fever." These information are meaningless to Lucy, but the use is obvious.She continued to read and found that each page was filled with concise information in alphabetical order.Even on the x-prefaced page—a page usually reserved for miscellaneous notes, or notes for lectures—there was a cryptic cheat sheet on x-rays.Much to Lucy's dismay, this was clearly premeditated.This can't be the product of panic when things come to an end. This is a means to fight failure after calm thinking.The method of data collection and the way of copying are all compiled according to the subjects learned.If the size of the notebook is normal, this is likely to be a summary of general class notes.But when no one is taking notes, they will choose a small notebook that is not much bigger than a postage stamp. Besides, a normal-sized notebook will not cost much.Such a booklet, which can only be recorded with a very fine drawing pen, can only have one use. Lucy knew exactly what was going on.Ruth pulled out her handkerchief as she ran.She had never carried a pamphlet in her pocket before, and on the one hand, her mind stopped on the test paper she had just answered in a mess, and on the other hand, she was afraid of being late for physical education class, so she didn't pay attention when she took out her handkerchief.That's how the pamphlet fell on the grass beside the walkway. She walked across the gymnasium, out of the five-barred gate, out into the field, blind to all the buttercups.She walked slowly towards the green shade under the weeping willows, and walked towards the quiet flowing water.She leaned on the railing of the small bridge, watching a piece of grass and the occasional small fish jumping, thinking of Ruth in her heart.Ruth's name was not written on the top of the booklet, nor did the book itself bear any markings to locate its owner.Now almost all schools also teach students block letters and cursive script, and cursive script itself is harder to read than block letters.A handwriting expert would of course have no trouble locating who wrote it, but so what? Even with the strongest inferences, there is no evidence that anyone used the booklet to cheat, or even that the words in the booklet were used to cheat. The data is used for an inappropriate purpose.What would happen if she handed the booklet to Handa as a lost property? No one would come to claim it, and Handa had to face the fact that one of the senior students had prepared a copy that could be used when taking an exam. A cheat sheet to use in the palm of your hand. If she said nothing, then Ruth's punishment would be to spend her life wondering about the whereabouts of the pamphlet. Lucy felt that such a punishment was most suitable for such a crime.She flipped through the thin inner pages of the booklet again, but couldn't think of the year when the booklet was designed. She bent forward slightly and threw it into the water. On the walk back to school, Lucy can't help but wonder how Ruth managed to pass her other final exams.Pathology is no easier than other esoteric subjects such as kinesiology.If Ruth had difficulties with subjects, how did she overcome them? Is this red booklet just one of five or six booklets? For one subject? It was possible, Lucy thought, to buy many booklets, if one searched hard enough, even if one could not find one as small as the red booklet.Perhaps it was because Ruth had the red booklet in her hands that she figured out how to make sure she wouldn't fail the exam. She thought that the test results of the first few subjects would be announced on the bulletin board at the student entrance, so she canceled the plan to detour to the front door and turned to the entrance of the atrium.There are several report cards from the lower grades and three report cards from the senior grades pinned to the bulletin board with the green cloth.Lucy watched with interest. At the end of the Physiological Semester, Courtesy Mary Innes, Honor Wilma Hassett, 87 Boa Nash, 86 Sina Stewart, 82 Pauline Lucas, 79 Jenny Galinch, Barbara Lujia, etc. Doxi Laitoqian 74 Beatrice Ape 71 Jon Dykes 69 Eileen O'Donnell 68 Margaret Campbell 67 Lulu Wymer 66 Liane-Matthews 65 The rest of the students passed pass. OK, Ruth seems to have managed to squeeze into the top two ranks. Lucy went on to the next list. Medical Final Examination Honors Pauline Lucas 89 Boa Nash 89 Mary Innes 89 Doxi Laitoqiang 87 Lulu Weimar 85 Wilma Hassett 82 Sina Stewart 80 Lianne Matthews 79 Barbara Lujia and other Jenny Galinch 72 Eileen O'Donnell 71 Jon Dykes The rest of the students all passed.Ruth once again managed to squeeze into the first class. At the end of the kinesiology semester, Mary Innes, Pauline Lucas, 89 Boa Nash, 88, Sinna Stuart, 87, Wilma Hasaihua, 85, Lulu Weima, Jenny Galinci, 79 Jon Dykes 78 Barbara Ruth is another classy.Three exams and three honors.Did the girl really find the subject difficult? It was becoming more and more likely that other booklets existed. Well, today is only Friday, and tomorrow I can know other results. After this morning's experience, Ruth may not dare to rely on outside help when taking the exam tomorrow morning.If I still have to prepare pamphlets for tomorrow's exam, the plan will also be ruined. While she was studying her grades (good to see Dex got at least one honor), Miss Luc came over with yesterday's exam results. "Thank you for helping me bring the pathology exam paper." She said, "Thank you for helping me invigilate the exam. During this time, I corrected yesterday's exam paper." Hygienic End of Year Court Excellence Mary Innes Honor Boa Nash88 Wilma Hassett87 Cynna Stewart86 Pauline Lucas81 Barbara Ruth "Barbara · Ruth, 81 points." Lucy blurted out without thinking. "Yeah, quite surprising, isn't it?" said Miss Luc calmly. "She's very hardworking. She excels in technical subjects, and if she were at the bottom of the list in other subjects, she might go crazy." "Innes seems to habitually take the top spot." "Oh! What a waste to keep Innes here." "Why? The smarter the student, the more outstanding career performance, isn't it?" "True, but with Innes' intelligence, it's such a waste that she could do better than top these charts." "For some reason, I don't think Ruth will get an 81 on today's test," Lucy said as the two left the grade list. "Why? Did she have trouble with the paper?" "It's a desperate situation," Lucy wished she could sound less cheerful. "What a life!" she added.The five-minute preparatory bell rang, and the senior students rushed out of the gymnasium one after another. Before the bell rang, they ran into the bathroom to take off their coats so they could shower and change. "Thinking about our own way of studying, it's much easier. I mean in college. If we have a final exam, the rest of the day is ours to rest. But for these young students, exams are like part of the schedule." There was chaotic cursing from the bathroom. "Oh! O'Donnell you pig, that's my shower!" "Wheat, you rude thing, don't step on my feet." " "God, look at my blisters!" "Kick my shoes over here, Galinky, there's soap on the floor" "Do you have to run cold water all over the place? What an idiot!" "You know what? They like it," said Miss Luc. "In their minds, it's all about fighting and overworking. It makes them feel important. Only a few of them have a legitimate reason to feel important." , so this is at least a kind of comfort for them.” "Cynicism," Lucy commented. "No, psychologist." She listened to the noise as she receded. "Sounds like a melee, don't you think? Everyone's voices are desperate and angry, but it's just theatrical. Within five minutes, they'll all be sitting up like babes, with their hair in order." It's in the dining room." That's right.Five minutes later, when the teaching staff entered the dining room to sit at the first table, the group of poltergeists stood neatly in front of their chairs, quiet, well groomed, and clean.Their minds are all on the food.Yes, they really are children.Even if there is a bone-piercing pain one day, the next day, with a new toy, everything will be forgotten.It's hard to compare them to broken, distraught adults.They were a happy company of young men, and their sorrows were but verbal complaints, fleeting.For five days now, since the Saturday afternoon when Walnut stood under the fir tree to show off her knowledge, she has been looking for some clues of deviance or cases of insanity.And what did she find? A common and carefully planned case of dishonesty that offered nothing but cleanliness. "Isn't this good?" Handa helped pass out what looked like a cheese and vegetable pie. "I got Miss Thomas a job in Wales. I'm glad it's not far from Abeth." "Wales is dead," said Mrs. Rever thoughtfully, and a single sentence quenched the enthusiasm in Handa's words. "Yes," said Miss Luc, "who's going to keep her awake then?" "It's not who's going to 'keep her awake', it's who's going to wake her up." Miss Wagga's eyes were still looking greedily at the pie.Miss Wagga is not too far away from her school days, and she still maintains a good appetite and has no judgment on food. "Wales is her hometown," said Handa depressingly. "I'm sure she can adapt. Anyway, she probably won't be able to succeed in other places outside of Wales. Wales is still a conservative rural place, and I don't know Other meanings. I have noticed that Welsh people are always unconsciously attracted back to their hometown. It would be great if there is an opportunity for them to go back to their hometown to work. This job opportunity happens to be right, and Ms. Tong is also very suitable as a third-grade gymnastics teacher .After all, her spontaneity is not strong enough." "Miss Thomas, is this the only new job opportunity?" Miss Vargo ate pie. "No, there's a new job opening, and I'd like to discuss candidates with you." Aha! thought Lucy, it's time to talk about Alingo at last. "Lingge Monastery needs someone to take care of the children full-time, and at the same time teach the school's dance courses. In other words, the dance major must have a high level of performance. I want to assign this job to Miss Dax, she is quite good at children, But, Jasmine, I'd like to hear your opinion on how well she dances." "She's quite a cow," remarked Mrs. Rever. "But she's really good with little kids," said Miss Wagga. "Clumsy cow," continued Mrs. Rever. "It's not her performance that matters," said Handa, "but her ability to inspire performance in others. The question is whether she will be able to master the lesson. " "Oh, of course she knows the difference between four-three and four-four." "Last Christmas, I watched Miss Dax teach dancing to children in Sealabo," said Miss Wagga. "She was wonderful. I was going to do a teaching review, but I ended up being charmed by her." , I forgot to say any comments. I think she is suitable for this job. " " so , jasmine , what do you say "I don't see why it's bothering me," said Mrs. Rev. "The dance lessons at Linger Abbey are a mess anyway." This sentence turns a disadvantage into an advantage.It seems that Dexter has gone to Linger Abbey.If everyone had to go to school, Lingo Abbey would be a good place, and Lucy was very happy for Dax.She looked down, and despite the din, she could hear Jon Dykes commenting on the pathology paper in her high-pitched voice: "My answer is sticky joints, dear, I'm sure this is not a professional term." "Should I warn them both first, Miss He Ju?" Miss Wagga asked after a while. (Warning?) "No, I think I'll tell Miss Thomas today. I'll tell Miss Dax tomorrow. Best to keep them distracted and not get too excited all at once." The staff got up and left one by one. Miss Wager turned around and announced to the students standing quietly: "After lunch, please ask Miss Thomas to talk to Miss He Ju's office." This was apparently a customary ritual, for there was a murmur among the students before the staff could step out of the door. "Xiaotang, I have a job!" "Congratulations, Xiaotang!" "Alas! Old Tom!" "Hats off to the Welsh!" "Hope you make a million a year, Tom!" "So lucky!" "Cheers, Tom!" Still, no one mentioned Alingo.