Math class was your very first hour of the day. Your teacher, John Price, was always standing at the door, greeting every student who walked in. Today, when he greeted you, he pulled you aside.

"I noticed your grades are starting to get lower in this class...is everything alright?" Price asked you.

The big burly man had his hands in his pockets, his head tipped slightly so he could look you in the eye.

Despite the man's tough exterior, he deeply cared about his students.