"Quantum Meruit"

[Frank]

The auditorium is packed with first year students reporting for class
José’s’ book bags empty – Jansport on his back –
The same book bag he had through high school; contorted, the straps - historically black
Going back to school in late August is wack.
Especially for a Quantum Physics class you signed up for only cause the other courses were maxed.
José sat in the back, far left corner – next to the door – on the next floor – in the back
The professor cordially asks the audience/class if their August was a blast – and hoarsely laughs – choking on dust from the chalk boards – poorly stored in wraps -
old scores still visible from the erasers back and forth attack
– wet cloth –
69, 93, 74…..40… Evaporating before the class on the boards shellac.

José was an honor student from a farm town – north on the map
He came from a school of 2000 students – graduated 4th in his class.
His parents worked him like the fields – forced him to adapt;
Every important task; tracking his progress like the corn field thorns in the patch.
He was accepted to Universidad de Barcelona; his family deported him
At last. .
José was going to college, first in the family
– go forge with the frats'
His little sister says – "I’m taking your room" like an adorable brat
Over 50 thousand students on campus now he's just a dwarf in the back.
Former Valedictorian - now he’s no more than a slack.
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These mathematical formulations are abstract.................

The quantization of energy levels follows from this constraint on k and cause a
. . .
. .
Crap.
He's snoring
Awoken by an amplified voice
He yawns from his nap
"Mr. José Couvades – are you bored already – perhaps you should be escorted from the class."
José shouted something in Spanish – and 50 students joined together in courtship and laughed
.

Today we’re going to have a pop quiz – its short and it’s fast.
If you fail, we’ll place you in remedial and your scholarships will be stored in the trash
Have a number # 2 pencil - start by filling your name in the form –
And don't forge it" - he yaps
"I’m providing you with scrap paper" and hands out an enormous stack.
The whole auditorium sorts and pass, sorts and pass.
. .
José can't afford to fail so he resorted to tactics to assure that he pass.
It wasn’t cheating, more of a pact –
By any means necessary –
sworn in a tat; surrounded by Chinese letters; foreign, in fact -
José never passed a test on his own merit – he relied on the performance of the dork in the back.
the dork reporting the stats.
If the answers C; that's morse code for a tap.
3, each one informing, distorted - in the auditoriums back.
. .
José asks the kid with glasses, if he could copy
“por favor
Please- I am poor at math."
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The Quantum physics professor ignores the chat -
. .
"Quantum Meruit?– “how much?”
. .
.
"40 cash."
The dork laughs.
Shortly after the quantum physics professor grades the papers; Jose sees his score and reacts.
The Teacher writes
. . .
“what one has earned, is more or less, what they can't afford -
You passed."
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Only your name isn't Jorge Garcia -

Who forged that?

answers -
name -
all exact.