10:29am. 10:29am and ticking. Time seemed to be crawling. Columbia A. Diztrito gazed up momentarily at the bright blue screens located to the north, south, east, and west of the Transit Beam Science lecture hall 106, heard the professor ask how he knew where the w intercepts were located on a multi-dimensional graph, and ignored the answer in favour of skimming again through her Ancient Bisexual Art notes. The test was in less than twenty minutes. Not that she hadn't studied. She just hadn't committed anything to memory. Well, except that joke about the dying slave statues and their latent heterosexual themes. Half her class was so petty minded that they couldn't help giggling or taking immediate offence at anything remotely straight. She found it interesting. Imagine that: a straight artist. She hadn't learned much else, though. Jeff had attempted to make up with her on the night before the test. She had just been meaning to pick up her notebook when the phone rang down the hall. He was apologetic, he was desperate. He was hilarious. She simply couldn't hang up...

10:37am. Symmetry. Multi-dimensional graphs had symmetry. Bisexual art had symmetry. Very important. Riff Raff Selehpotsihpem straightened in his seat and bit down on a growing panic. The logistics lecture was crawling by, but not slowly enough for him. His Ancient Bisexual Art notebook lay on his lap, hidden under his logistics notebook, his rounded, speedy chicken scratch looking up at him. It looked accusative. Like Human pronouns in the English language. He was flunking logistics, barely passing Human 1120, and he still couldn't believe he had done what he did. He had awoken early the day before the test. Eight am. Just crawled out of bed to check the messages on the machine, double check to verify that the central home work station was still carrying out illegal operations that didn't allow it to be of much use. Fine. Only took a couple of minutes. But then ennui kicked in, dread began to pump him along. He just had to rent a movie, pick a fight with Magenta as he was heading out the door, pick a fight with a flatmate down the hall, allow himself to be seduced by the young man coming up the stairs. It was twelve when he picked himself up from the floor, pulled on the first thing he found and rushed out the door, walked really, back to his room.

"Don't you have a test tomorrow?"

He ignored the question until three pm. He had been on the road to the video store at one thirty, fitting the movie into the viewer's slot at two in order to make a copy for himself. It's easy stuff, Magenta. Nothing I didn't cover in the survey. Then it was seven and eight and nothing made sense and now it was ten fifty and the test was at eleven and good gods he was on his feet, calm as anything, gathering his things. Stepping out. Praying between clenched teeth.
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Story written out during a January 5th college algebra lecture. For good or bad. The test I was going to take at 11:00am was a Greek and Roman Art test. I actually did pretty good. I procrastinated like mad, though. Heh. Too bad the same formula doesn't seem to work for anything remotely math related...
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� January 5th, 1999 Team Bonet. The Rocky Horror Show and the characters of Columbia and Riff Raff are � 1973 Richard O'Brien. The strange last names are all our own doing. We don't think they even need to have last names in Transsexual, but we're very silly people. Thank you for reading.