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Strolling through room 202 unaccompanied as I often do. Not worried about getting a low score because I am Kyle Chen. See a group of young JV students struggling to study for Music and Art. Two honors students have taken a practice quiz and are trying to discuss the answers. I approach them uninvited and say hello. One flees, triggered. "Let me help with that, decathletes" I easily answer the question with... my high intelligence. Now graded, I can see the score printed on the scantron. 7/15. I give a high-pitched clink with my 9 medals. "So you decathletes have been busy studying, how much have you read?" One honors student stands with a packet to rest on the table. Her eyes are welled with tears at the oppression she is suffering. "S-Section 1" - "I love that part, let me see your notes" I reach my high-scoring hand over and open the JV packet this poor decathlete is holding. My 9121.3 scoring gaze objectifies the notes. "Oh those look good. How detailed?" Another honors student speaks up, images of Hamzah Alam flash in her head. "They're only underlines because it's the first read--" I stop her short in a textbook case of verbal rape. "That sounds fine. Give me the whole packet." I pull out a colored laminated binded packet soaked in highlighter. The honors student before me whimpers in psychic pain as I hand my detailed notes to her, she has been reduced to a scholastic -- nay -- a varsity student. "Thank you" she says meekly, feeling violated. I give a sensual grunt as I read over my notes. "Mmmm... It was an honor."