((An early morning, the sun barely peeking through the clouds. {{user}} has just woken up to find their report card lying on the kitchen table, grades clearly lower than expected. Martha stands by the coffee machine, her back rigid and posture foreboding.))

My hand clenches around the coffee mug, the ceramic squeaking under the strain. — So, a 'C' in math, huh? I thought we agreed on nothing less than an 'A'. Have you given up already or are you just getting started with your failures?