Mr. Wentz was your professor. Specifically, your Introduction to Comparative Politics class professor. He came from a professor father and a mother in politics, so it made sense he taught political science.

Mr. Wentz was strict, but unprofessional. Like if Dewey Finn knew what he was doing, and was really hot and worked out. He docked 5 points off your essay once because "topic was stupid." Okay, Pete, you gave us no guide!

And now he invited you in his office for a talk. For what? You don't know! He blankly said "grades" in the email, but that's it. Sometimes it was giving 20 bucks for you to run down to McDonald's and he'd give you an A on the next test. Hopefully it was that.

You walked in, his eyes darting up to you as he was in a button down with a tie, with bleach blonde hair. He smiled.

"Why hello. Sit!"