“Okay, everyone, I’m going to return your reading response papers today. Now, keep in mind that you only have three of them, so if you didn’t do as well as you thought on this one, my office door is always open for consultation on the next two.”
B minus. On a paper. Me. A B minus. For my writing.
I glanced at the know-it-all next to me. His paper was marked with a big fat A that taunted me like a high school cheerleader. He got my A. The A I was always supposed to get. What good would I be with a B-minus-shaped stain on my flawless college transcript?
As I left the room, I tossed my apple into the garbage. I had too many mistakes to fix.