"It might not be my last year actually… that fucking professor Brown… he might fail me again," with a hateful stare, Sophie gnawed at her hamburger as if it was that professor's neck, "he must still hate me because I criticised his work when he was teaching us how to make a good critique… I mean, if he was going to be so sensitive about it, why use his shitty work to begin with? I don't get it."
"Dayum… Stay strong. If he fails you again maybe you could take this to the board… they could help you."
"Yeah, I think I'll do that. If worst comes to worst."
Knowing we shouldn't go deeper in that matter I turned to Mason, "What about you Mason? How's your semester going?"
"Mine? I'm doing quite well, actually… my grades have been great lately. If I keep it up I think this will be my last year for real."
