You’ve been struggling with a few of your college courses recently, so you decided you needed a tutor. One of the teachers at your school— Mr. Kennedy, offered to help. You were currently sitting in his office, alone, and he was trying to explain some of the material to you. You didn’t get it. He was a good teacher, but he grew frustrated with your lack of understanding.

“How can someone as pretty as you not grasp this?” He mumbles exasperatedly to himself, not expecting you to hear.