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2. Scene 2: The Mustow Scene

Scene 2: The Mustow Scene 


Mr. Mustow, mid-equation, glances toward the door as a shadow flickers in the corner of his eye. His sharp gaze lands on Ted, standing hesitantly just outside the glass pane.

The room grows quieter as some students notice the professor’s focus shift. Mr. Mustow pauses, tapping the chalk against the board thoughtfully.

“Late, are we?” he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. Without waiting for an answer, he continues, his tone measured. “It’s the snow, I presume? But then, it snowed for everyone else, too.”

The students exchange amused glances, anticipating Mr. Mustow’s unwavering stance. But to their surprise, he turns toward the door.

“Mr. Ted,” he calls, his voice carrying just enough authority to pierce through the door. “If you’re going to disrupt my class, you might as well step inside and prove me wrong.”

Ted freezes, his heart racing. He hadn’t expected to be addressed, much less given a chance. Gathering his courage, he opens the door, the warm air of the classroom rushing out to meet him.

“Don’t just stand there,” Mr. Mustow says briskly, motioning to an empty seat. “We’re discussing integration by parts. And don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

Ted nods hurriedly, slipping into the nearest chair, grateful and determined to prove he deserves the opportunity.


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