the other, as long as they didnât spend another day solving for x, y, and z and trying to change upside-down fractions into integers.
But just before the bell rang, Ms. Schoepf came bustling through the door, her arms loaded down with a large black case and several bags. âSorry Iâm late.â
The substitute, a tall, bony woman with frizzy hair, got up from behind Ms. Schoepfâs desk. âI thought you were out sick.â
âI was,â Ms. Schoepf said. âBut Iâm feeling fine now.â
Carter leaned over to Nick and whispered, âWhatâs that sheâs carrying?â
Nick studied the black case. It looked sort of like a guitar. But as far as he knew, Ms. Schoepf didnât play any instruments. In fact, sheâd once mentioned wishing that sheâd been born with even an ounce of musical talent.
The substitute teacher looked flustered. She straightened her glasses and tugged at her skirt. âI drove all the way across town to get here. Whoâs going to pay me for my time?â
âTalk to the principal,â Ms. Schoepf said. âIâm sure sheâll work it all out. Itâs really none of my concern.â
Nick felt bad for the woman as she gathered up her things and left. It wasnât like Ms. Schoepf to be so rude. Especially to someone whoâd been doing her a favor by filling in.
As soon as the sub was out the door, Ms. Schoepf whipped open the black case. It was a guitar. âBoys and girls,â she said, sitting on her desk and resting the guitar on her lap, âwhy do you think youâve been struggling so much with math?â
Angelo raised his hand. âBecause people havenât been doing their homework?â
âI did my homework,â said a boy with red hair. âI do my homework every day.â
âWhatever,â Nick muttered. Rob Wells was the biggest liar in sixth grade and everyone knew it. Nick raised his hand. âI think itâs the variables. If we could just stick with numbers and leave out the letters, it would be a lot easier.â
âAll good answers,â Ms. Schoepf said. âBut Iâve given it a great deal of thought, and Iâve decided that math would be much more interesting if we put it to music.â
âYou mean like scales and time signatures?â Dana asked. âMath and music have a lot more in common than many people realize.â
âActually,â Ms. Schoepf said, âI was thinking more of the driving beat of hard rock, with the mind-numbing chords of acoustic guitar.â She shook back her head, ran her fingers through her hair, strummed a series of chords that didnât go together, and burst into singing that could best be described as excruciating.
      Compound fractions are a total pain.
      I canât find all the values in the right domain.
      A coefficient matrix sets my heart on fire.
      But a common logarithm sends me higher, higher, higher!
      Domain, double root, conjugated pair.
      Complex number formulas, I see them everywhere.
Sitting in their desks, the kids stared in shock and a little bit of horror. Nick didnât think heâd ever heard anything so terrible in his life. Not only could Ms. Schoepf not play at all, but Nick didnât think the guitar was even in tune.
Angie put her hands over her ears. âIs this some kind of joke?â
âI once heard a cat get its head get stuck in a rain gutter,â Carter said, raising his voice to be heard over the teacherâs screaming. âIt sounded much better than this.â
Kimber Tidwell raised her hand and shouted, âCan I go to the nurse again?â
âButton it up, Buttercup!â Ms. Schoepf yelled, still strumming wildly. âIâve got six more verses.â
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