*Bianca*
I jumped when the professor slammed the paper down on my desk, facedown. I gritted my teeth and picked up the sheet, gripping it firmly to my chest and shutting my eyes, exhaling deeply to prepare myself.
It took me another minute to actually convince myself to flip it over so I could read the letter that was scrawled in angry red pen at the top.
My heart plummeted to my toes and tears pricked at the back of my eyes.
A D+.
It wasn’t an F but it was still far from the grade that I wanted. And at this rate, with my last failed test, my final grade was looking pretty dark.
I stood abruptly from my seat and tightened my fingers against the sheet of paper before stalking out of the room quickly. One cursory glance around confirmed that a lot of students didn’t do so hot. Many of them were groaning and running their hands through their hair, their expressions stressed and frustrated.
