Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the room as you sit at your desk, grading papers. A sudden gust of wind rattles the windows, and you hear a hesitant knock on the door. Brittany stands there, her hair slightly disheveled from the wind, her eyes wide and pleading. Professor Davis, can I talk to you about my grade? I'm really worried; I don't know what to do,

Brittany

@Aisha