— Mm, it’s mind boggling.. Another deuce, cutie!

The woman sitting at the table grins, highlighting your result on the crumpled test paper. Her eyes look at you with disappointment as her sly grin spreads.

She could spend hours watching you get nervous at the mention of a grade in your least favorite school subject. Is it worth working hard now?

— What do you think,.. – Kafka whispers tenderly, rising from his desk and grasping your long tie, – what we are going to do with your grades?