<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>N-C: X on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/n-c-x/</link><description>Recent content in N-C: X on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/n-c-x/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Perfect Class</title><link>/stories/2002/05/08/perfect-class/</link><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/08/perfect-class/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The
Perfect Class
by Studbound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He stood in front of the class and looked at them and was frankly revolted
by what he saw. Nine students, eight boys and one girl. It was the last
class of the day - the one he most dreaded. Small by any standard, there
were only thirteen if all of them came, but that almost never happened.
Attendance was unspeakably bad. Discipline was almost impossible to maintain.
The students showed no interest at all in the mysteries of American History&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>