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AgunimonLuke Schwarz -- Phone a Friend
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Come on, you can do this. It's negative exponents.
Derivatives of negative exponents.
Wh-What was the rule for those again? He'd written it down somewhere...
Okay, he'd found it. Negative exponents are fractions, right. Duh. Rewriting it in a less abstract format now...
But, that was only one out of many, many steps to this particular doozy of a problem, and try as he might, he was thinking that he may have found a roadblock insurmountable on his own. His efforts to do so were admirable, but mistaken.
Luckily, I do get to bring friends!
A glance to his left-- Ben was trying to talk to that quiet redheaded teammate of his. Sangue Naga. No dice.
To his right-- Jack, out cold and stubbornly refusing to change it until he heard a bell. Nothing.
To his rear-- Napoli and Gratia, whose very presence seemed to tick eachother off. Sc-Scary!
To his front-- A familiar, newly cut short head of hair. Perfect.
Reaching out with the eraser end of his pencil, he tapped the only truly present teammate he had in this class, who once again had proven herself a reliable lifeline.
"Cian," he asked in hushed tones, not wanting to be to abrupt or disruptive. "What do I do with the e on number 13? It's giving me a real headache."
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Come on, you can do this. It's negative exponents.
Derivatives of negative exponents.
Wh-What was the rule for those again? He'd written it down somewhere...
Okay, he'd found it. Negative exponents are fractions, right. Duh. Rewriting it in a less abstract format now...
But, that was only one out of many, many steps to this particular doozy of a problem, and try as he might, he was thinking that he may have found a roadblock insurmountable on his own. His efforts to do so were admirable, but mistaken.
Luckily, I do get to bring friends!
A glance to his left-- Ben was trying to talk to that quiet redheaded teammate of his. Sangue Naga. No dice.
To his right-- Jack, out cold and stubbornly refusing to change it until he heard a bell. Nothing.
To his rear-- Napoli and Gratia, whose very presence seemed to tick eachother off. Sc-Scary!
To his front-- A familiar, newly cut short head of hair. Perfect.
Reaching out with the eraser end of his pencil, he tapped the only truly present teammate he had in this class, who once again had proven herself a reliable lifeline.
"Cian," he asked in hushed tones, not wanting to be to abrupt or disruptive. "What do I do with the e on number 13? It's giving me a real headache."