[ WP ] You 're at the College of Criminal Cunning and Thievery . It 's your first day .

`` George! Would you like to share your calculations with the class?'' the teacher's voice pierces through my daydreaming. 
 
 `` What would those calculations be about?'' I reply in a mumbled voice. 
 
 `` That would be the very important topic of amnesic brain surgery and how to perform it. Your mark has knowledge of your appearance despite not having knowledge of your other identifiers. What brain position in x, y, and z coordinates do you need to start your incision and at what position do you need to end your incision?'' She barks at me. 
 
 `` I am not entirely sure professor.'' I reply shifting in my seat as all eyes turn onto me. 
 
 `` Why are n't you sure George?'' 
 
 `` I was asleep'' I answer without making eye contact with her bright green eyes. 
 
 `` Admitting to your crime? I see you must not be doing too well in any of your courses. Maybe your classmates will be less stupid'' She cackles as she asks another student for an answer. 
 I hate her. We just finished our third exam in this course just this week and she already is back to teaching. How is someone supposed to focus after just failing another exam? 
 I exhale to relieve my stress and return to taking the most accurate notes I humanly can. 
 
 
... 
 
 
 As we march into our class the next day the dean greets us `` Sit down and be quiet students. I will be lecturing you today as our beloved Ms. Catin has been rushed to the hospital with some sort of brain injury.'' 
 A smirk races across my face. 
 
 `` What about our exam grades?'' one of the brighter students asks. 
 
 `` At the current time your exams are missing and Ms. Catin has no memory of where she placed them.'' the dean answers clearly annoyed by the situation. 
 
 My smirk grows into a smile. She really should have been more careful with how she spoke to her students when teaching such dangerous material.
