One Night With My Alpha Professor
“I worked really hard on that paper. I deserved an A.”
Frowning, I took the paper and scanned it. I specifically remembered this student’s essay—most, but not all, of the information was factual, and the writing wasn’t the best. He had a lot of grammatical errors, which anyone could see from the red marks littered across the page, and his citations were a mess.
“I’m sorry, Alex, but you had a lot of errors,” I said, sliding the paper back toward him. “Maybe Professor Brooks will let you do some extra credit to make up for the grade, but—”