My classmates doth bring much amusement.

I do not own DP, The Scarlet Letter, or The Crucible.

"Now students," Mr. Lancer began, "with the last day of school drawing near, and your final exam on Tuesday, this is your review for said exam on every book we've read this semester. Take out something to write with and something write on."

Lancer was greeted with the usual groans, but he swept on without acknowledging them as usual. "The Scarlet Letter--"

"Oh no!"

"I didn't even finish that one!"

"I don't remember any of it!"

"Question one." Lancer continued, "What is Hester's child's name?"

"Oh! I know that one!"

"No, no," Sam Manson spoke up from the back of the class, "Mr. Lancer, it's never that simple with you."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed, "what's the next question? What color is a dog's bark?"

"No, that's not the whole question." Danny joined in, "it's 'what is the baby's name on the fifteenth of June in Japanese and use words of…describing…'" Danny trailed off as he thought.

"Make sure the paragraph is an explosion of literary passion." Mikey finished for them.

"Shut up, geeks," Dash told them, "you want it to be harder?"

"No, we want the truth!" Danny dramatically slammed his fist on his desk.

"Question two," Lancer went on, "what does the scarlet letter A symbolize--"

"--When written in Hebrew?"

"Danny, I am giving you the whole question. There's no need to add any more."

Danny nodded thoughtfully, "I'mma write it in Hebrew, though."

"A creative way of failing my class. All right then." Lancer waited for his students to stop snickering before going on. "Question…eh, we'll skip that one. Too easy."

"Oh come on!" Kwan protested, "why skip it?"

"I'm preparing you for the final," Lancer told him simply, "not giving you easy answers. Now. Eh, we'll move on to The Crucible."

"What!?"

"I didn't finish that one either!"

"We read it in class, idiot!"

"Question…next one!" Lancer didn't bother to count anymore, he was skipping so many questions, "What event causes Mary Warren to deny her previous confession and rejoin Abigail and the other girls?"

"What?!"

Lancer sighed. "Danny, what part of it did you not understand?"

"What was the question?"

"Sam, tell him the question." Lancer groaned. Class time was running out quickly.

"No, she lies!" Danny told him, blue eyes wide, "she thinks it's funny!"

"Moving on--"

"What?!"

"Danny, we are moving on--"

"What?!"

"Shut up, Fenton!" Dash nearly tossed his football at the smaller boy's head.

Danny seemed to quiet down, shooting a glare at the blonde.

"Now--"

"You won't repeat the question!" Danny whined, "you want me to fail and have to drive the big rigs?!"

"Danny--"

"I'll be hauling your food from place to place! Remember that!"

"Daniel Fenton--"

"'What's this? Food poisoning? I should have repeated the question!' Lancer said." Danny did a poor attempt at a baritone imitation of his teacher.

"I do not sound like that."

"Fine." Danny slumped in his seat.

Lancer sighed and looked at his watch. "Well, seems as though we are almost out of time. Just pack up your stuff, we'll cover the rest on Monday."

"What?!" The entire class turned and looked at Danny after he shouted.

"Shut up!"