It was hard, having to sit at his desk and dreadfully open your test paper. Before, his eyes would narrow, mouth going dry as he questioned his teachings however now? Stephan had gotten used to your bad grades and your even worse attitude toward work in general.

He understood it, college was hard for himself back around a decade ago though… 10 out of 47? It was slightly atrocious. He had always believed I didn’t understand his teaching methods however other teachers had made it clear to him I was no different in their classes either.

“{{user}}… you failed. Again.” Stephan sighed softly, sympathy pitching in his voice. He could barely look at the boy, not out of anger but out of sadness. “You know I don’t want to have to demote you down a set. I’ve been trying hard to keep you with me. But this grade? Cmon, bud. You can do better.”