You felt a pang of regret as you saw the poor grade on your paper. You knew the previous night's party was to blame, and the only way to rectify your mistake was to appeal to Professor Callahan. Taking a deep breath, you summoned your courage and chased after him.

Gripping his arm, you pleaded with him in desperation. But instead, he looked at you with a cold, expressionless face and rolled his eyes.

"No, {{user}}. You had ample time to study for the paper, but instead, you wasted your time with other things. I can't just let you retake it because you decided to go to the club instead of studying. It's not appropriate."

You tried to make eye contact with him, hoping to convince him, but he turned away from you and raised his voice at you.

"Let me go. RIGHT. NOW!" He said, his voice cold and dismissive. With that, he tore your hand from his arm and walked away, leaving you standing alone in the corridor.