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Episode 128. Midterm Exam
“I finally got through it.”
“done!”
I could hear the teachers cheering.
Now that the exam questions were out of the way, it was time for the real midterm exams.
But this midterm exam had a different vibe.
In the past, during the midterm exam period, there was a sudden atmosphere of studying that was created by students studying in a hurry.
But this semester was something different.
“There are no lightning strikes this time. What the hell is going on?”
“These guys are the ones taking Mr. Ethan’s class. They’ve been following along from the first class until now, so they’ve never missed a moment of studying.”
“Then, shouldn’t you be relieved? Why are you working so hard?”
“I don’t know, me either. Did you say the midterms were going to be incredibly difficult?”
This time everyone kept their mouths shut.
It was natural.
Now that everyone at the Academy wanted to take Ethan’s classes next semester, I had to do well on this midterm exam to increase my chances of getting in.
Exactly 50 people.
To get in there, everyone was studying and training like crazy.
It was the same in the potion making class, which was a class in the Faculty of Magic.
“If I don’t get a meaningful midterm score… … .”
“The teacher may not be teaching the potion making class anymore.”
“This was supposed to be Mr. Hassen Little’s class in the first place. He could have just come in as a substitute.”
Everyone was shaking with anxiety.
I’m afraid that Ethan might not be in class next semester.
“I haven’t learned everything yet!”
“You must have a lot to teach me! Ugh!”
Rumors spread among the students that if Ethan failed the midterm exam, he would be so disappointed that he would give up on his magic classes.
In the first place, Ethan was a teacher at the Knights College, so his anxiety was bound to grow.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll continue. Mr. Ethan is a very responsible teacher!”
Students from the Faculty of Magic also began to study for the exams with determination.
And then the long-awaited midterm exam day arrived.
The test for the potion making class was given before the test for the sword mastery class.
“Hoo, hoo.”
Students were gathered in the classroom taking a potion making class.
Today is the first day of midterms. How many hours have you been studying for today?
I’ve studied everything that’s likely to be on the test. Unlike other classes, Ethan’s class doesn’t have a textbook, so all the questions will be related to Brûlée.
That means the questions will be mainly subjective.
Druk.
At that moment, the classroom door opened.
“You must have studied all night because you have puffy eyes today. It looks like everyone has been preparing hard, so I think it will be worth it to prepare for the exam.”
Ethan held a parchment in both hands.
Ethan handed the parchment to Yerika, who had come in with him as an assistant. Yerika then lightly tossed it upward and used magic to give each student a test paper.
“The test consists of three subjective questions. You may use any other textbook you brought. This test will be open book.”
Open book exam.
Basically, most of the exams at Ibeca Academy are open book.
In some ways, it may seem easy because you can write down the answers if you just look for them. But in reality, the open book exam was much more difficult.
This was like a test where the teacher challenged me to find it and write it down.
“It’s okay to cheat.”
Then Ethan said something shocking.
“As long as you don’t get caught by me, it’s okay to cheat as long as you don’t get caught.”
But no one had any intention of committing any wrongdoing.
Everyone knew very well how Ethan taught swordsmanship and understanding.
Mr. Ethan has good eyesight.
There was no student here who was bold enough to fool my eyes and cheat.
Ethan sat down and looked at the students.
The classroom was filled with the sound of students solving test questions.
‘Three subjective questions. The questions were about how to use Brûlée. If you pay attention in class, you can solve them easily.’
Two hours is enough time to solve it. At that level, the discrimination power should be certain.
‘I’m looking forward to some interesting answers.’
* * *
At that time, in the principal’s office.
The heads of each department reported on the content of the exams to be held today.
“Here I am, principal.”
“Let me check right away. Who are the teachers in charge of the subjects that started testing today?”
“First of all, Mr. Siron Ramsdale and… … .”
The department heads each reported the names of teachers scheduled to take exams today.
The principal listened to the reports and checked the test results given by each teacher.
“Hmm, that was quite tricky. This exam was also given at an appropriate level of difficulty. The deans must have had a hard time reviewing the questions.”
The principal handed over the parchment and praised the achievements of the deans.
Then it stopped at a piece of parchment.
“Today is also the test day for Professor Ethan’s potion making class.”
-Ethan Wickers [Potion Making] Test Questions.
The thing in the principal’s hand was the potion making test question that Ethan had given this time.
“If you look to the side, there are also questions on the comprehension test for the sword.”
The two deans were impressed by the exam questions given to each department.
“As expected of a swordsman and a teacher.”
“You are a teacher who is truly suited to the magic department.”
For a moment, the two deans’ eyes met.
“It’s clearly the professor of the Faculty of Magic, Dean of the Faculty of Magic.”
“He is also the teacher who teaches our class, the Dean of the College of Journalism.”
While the two deans were keeping an eye on each other, the principal was reading the parchment in detail.
“If you make the problem this way, you can definitely divide the scores into students who understood the lesson, students who understood it moderately, and students who only understood the surface. The score distribution is perfect. The best part is that you want to include all the students who are lacking. I like that you are giving partial scores, even if it is only 1 point, instead of 0 points.”
The principal was impressed.
Ethan’s test questions had a kindness that made him think of his students.
While other teachers simply divided the questions into right and wrong answers, Ethan intentionally created a structure where multiple answers were given and graded partially based on those answers.
“In many ways, it seems that Mr. Ethan values opportunity. No wonder the students have no choice but to follow him.”
The deans who had been arguing nodded simultaneously at the principal’s words.
The deans knew it too.
This Ibeca Academy, where elites gather, is full of such talented people that it is impossible to stand out with mediocre skills.
If you don’t stand out, you won’t be given a chance.
That’s why there were quite a few students who dropped out even though they had a hard time getting in.
Ethan’s test questions gave those students a chance to get at least one point, not zero.
It was a test question that clearly demonstrated such consideration.
The principal happily checked Ethan’s test questions and passed them on to the next one.
“Hmm, Mr. Cloudy has a test today too?”
Cloudy’s test questions were always excellent. They were fun to look at because they were so well-made that you could tell they were really well-made.
“huh?”
But something was different from usual. Up until now, Cloudy had only given problems that could discriminate between students.
Right or wrong.
The question format was such that you had to write the correct answer to receive points.
But this time it was different.
It was clearly structured to give partial credit.
Even for students who are lacking in skills, once in a while.
Still, it was a way to give them a chance to follow along.
“Did it… have any influence?”
The principal could quickly tell who was influencing him.
I never would have guessed that Cloudy had this side to her.
But this wasn’t a bad thing, because it was something that Mr. Cloudy was lacking.
“Teacher Ethan is truly our lucky charm.”
“He’s the lucky one from our journalism department. Hahaha.”
“The Magic Department also has a very lucky teacher.”
Whatever it was, the principal smiled. With this, Ibeka could make a further leap forward.
* * *
After the midterm exams.
Ethan called Mason aside.
Mason trusted Ethan’s plan to get Roanna out.
I didn’t know Roanna was that strong, but it was a bit disappointing that I couldn’t compete against her.
Still, if the Heavenly Swordsman were to personally evaluate me, I would want to get the highest score.
So I stayed up all night preparing for today’s test. And I was able to solve the problems smoothly just as I had studied.
I was thinking that I might get a score close to perfection.
“Did you call, sir?”
“It’s nothing special, I have something to give you. And I called you because I have something to tell you about the department exchange event. I’m sorry to call you like this during the exam period.”
“no!”
“Here, take this.”
“……what is this?”
What Ethan held out was a piece of parchment.
“This is your comprehensive evaluation.”
“… … .”
Mason read the parchment quickly.
As Ethan said, it was full of self-evaluations.
[Mason Yellow]
-Mason Yellow, who has been watching since he was a freshman, uses a strategy of dominating the situation based on his fierce swordsmanship.
But it seems like you haven’t really lost yet. There’s a lot you can learn from defeat. If you could teach me something about that…
The parchment was full of Ethan’s evaluation of himself, just as he had said.
What kind of swordsmanship do you use?
What are the advantages and disadvantages of that swordsmanship?
There were many things about Mason that I would not have known if I had not looked closely at him.
“Huh? Teacher, this is… … .”
However, the content was written from the time Mason entered his first year of school.
“I didn’t write it.”
“yes?”
“We won the department representative match this time, and Professor Cloudy came to my office. He told me that since I won the duel, I should definitely win the department exchange match as the representative of the swordsmanship department. And he gave me this. He said it would be helpful.”
“Teacher Cloudy… … .”
Mason suddenly remembered what Max had said. Miss Cloudy wasn’t as cold-blooded as Mason thought.
Mason’s fingertips trembled.
“And he even offered to help me more.”
Thud-. Thud-.
I heard footsteps.
The person who entered the wide training ground was someone Mason never expected.
Cloudy Hyde was entering the training grounds.
“I decided to help you in order to win the academic exchange competition. I am a swordsmanship teacher after all. It’s not something I really like to do.”
Ethan quickly realized that he was embarrassed.
‘I don’t feel like it.’
Ethan read the student evaluation form he had written earlier.
It was surprising how detailed the content was and how he was able to conduct comprehensive evaluations of students while teaching so many classes on a regular basis.
He really intended to make Mason his student.
The circumstances were not right, so this is what happened in the end.
“so.”
Cloudy looked at Mason.
“How was your test, Mason Yellowd?”
“……Yes, teacher.”
Mason answered Cloudy with a smile.
fantasy,
