Suddenly, his screen glowed. A notification appeared from a mysterious user named .
Ivan didn't have a fairy godmother. He had something better: . Suddenly, his screen glowed
"Ivan," Sidorov thundered, tapping his tablet. "Your grades are lower than a subterranean troll’s basement. If you don’t submit the 'Digital Renaissance' project by midnight, your summer will be spent in remedial school, not at the beach." He had something better:
He sent out a distress signal: 🚩 SOS. Sidorov is going medieval on me. Need a miracle. If you don’t submit the 'Digital Renaissance' project
Once upon a time in a high school far, far away (specifically, Classroom 302), a modern-day fairy tale unfolded that didn’t involve magic wands, but rather high-speed Wi-Fi and the ultimate quest for a passing grade. The Tale of Ivan the Overclocked and the Golden iPhone