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[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

True to his word, Allen has diagnostic exams ready for the taking. A stack of personal screens from the media lab sits next to his work table in the Engineering department, all programmed with tests. Long ones, since they're diagnostic, not cumulative.

One of them is, in fact, programmed with Superboy's name on it. Because Allen is a smartass like that.

"You know Stace, it would be nice if I could have a sign for the door. 'Open Call for Students-slash-Teachers,' something like that," he says, as he roots through the engineering department, looking for just such a thing to make a sign with.

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[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"This isn't even remotely pissed," Paco said with a bit of a laugh, taking the media pad. "This is "mildly grumpy". "Pissed" would be what you'd see if Jaime and Brenda dragged me here, in three delightful flavors."

He saluted in response to Allen's instructions about history and immediately headed for the back of the make-shift classroom. He flopped down into a seat, sat up straighter, poked through the diagnostic exam, shifted his weight around, sighed, looked up at the ceiling like he half-hoped the answers had been written there, then picked up his stylus and started in on the test.

Sometimes he'd prop his head on his head while he'd write. Other times he seemed determined to tip his seat back, even though it was firmly attached to the floor all around. Sometimes he'd stop writing entirely and flip his stylus around in his fingers or drum it against the desk.

One thing was for sure: Paco should not be seated next to Kon.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Allen is taking note of that, most definitely.

"Just hand it over when you're done," he says, still working on something at his table as Paco does his test.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"'kay," Paco mumbled, not looking up from the media pad. He sighed again and scribbled down a few more answers. Then he swapped the stylus over to his other hand, wrote another few answers, squinted a bit, and ultimately erased them and rewrote them with his dominant hand.

It had been a little entertaining, at least.

He mostly wrote notes in the margins for the history part, including a few of the more awesome (or grosser, depending on if you talked to Paco or Jaime and Brenda) random facts. The factual essays were masterpieces of complete B.S.; the more creative ones were decent, if rambly and containing bits of Spanish for flavor; and he probably gave up too early on most of the math and science (although he looked ahead and tried all the ones having to do with either cars, catapults, or things exploding). All the while, he fidgeted like the kind of guy who had never quite forgiven the school system for taking recess away after elementary school.

Finally, and with an enormous sigh of relief, he set his stylus down and let his head loll back with his tongue out for a moment. "Aaaand done." He gathered up the testing materials and carrying them up to Allen's desk; dropping them off and getting out of the room as fast as he can without looking like he's trying to escape.

Man oh man did he hate tests.