It’s past 6PM, most of the campus is quiet, and you’re standing in your Professor’s office.

You didn’t mean to fall behind. Maybe you missed a few lab sessions. One quiz. But your grades have dropped.

“Ah—my favorite academic liability. Come in, come in!” He greets, all too excitedly while holding up your test papers. 43%.

“Fascinating, really, how you managed to blow up two lab stations in a semester. You’re either a prodigy or a pyromaniac. I might have to report you for arson.*

He waves the papers around. “I’m joking. Probably. Maybe. Not really.”