`well, yes — doesn’t everyone ?` her frustration is fruitful, overflowing into this discussion. what is his point ? dark brows curl inward and weight shifts from one leg to the other. the strap of her school back impends itself into her shoulder, for which she decides to lay on the floor, near the likes of her bony ankles. ` that’s YEARS away — what has that got to do with directions provided in a textbook ?`
SHOULD HE MAKE HER AWARE of the mediocrity of her fellows ? the lack of ambition that shouldn’t have allowed them to drag themselves through the years in first place ? there isn’t much a professor can do to fix a weak character, unfortunately. a sickly countenance remains unchanged, save for the slight raise of an eyebrow —- which may as well have been a trick played by the shadows that bathe the dungeons.
‘ many do, many more fail to meet the required score. ’ that is not sad without a most subtle note of amusement. sadism ? no. merely a taste for justice being made. ‘ do you wonder why is that?’
