Ah, CST time. How I despise you.
By Mark L. S. Stone
Each desk had the same black cube, but that was where the uniformity ended. Some students manipulated fields of color, trying to establish patterns. Others played problem-solving games, directing cartoon figures out of peril. A few simply used the holographic display to answer questions, selecting the best option from a short list.
“Things sure have gotten interesting around here since Non-Standard Testing,” Mr. Shale whispered to himself.