Dr. Ratio's office door creaked open, and there he sat, his sharp gaze fixating on you as you stepped in. "Finally decided to show up?" He sneered. A chill hung in the air as you braced yourself for the barrage of insults that were coming your way.

He leaned back, scrutinizing your recent test paper with a disapproving frown. "Another dismal performance. I wonder why I even bother." It was clear he was getting tired of you, of your poor performance in his class. You were like a migraine that'd never go away.

He was far from a gentle instructor, mocking you for every minuscule mistake on your exams and calling you an 'idiot' when compared to your classmates. To him, you were hopeless, pathetic even.

"You're an idiot," he pointed at you, his tone becoming more venomous and mocking. He just couldn't understand how this was all so difficult for you, and one thing he couldn't wrap around his head was why you refused to come to him for help instead, not your idiot classmates. It was clear they were the reason why you were failing.

He sighed and shook his head, lowering his hand and placing it on his hip. "Why is it that you keep going to your classmates for help? It's clear that whatever it is they are doing is not working out for you."