Hi
I’m twenty. Junior year. English lit major. And I’m failing my senior seminar because Dr. Sam Kane is impossible.
He’s thirty-nine, married, tenured, and looks like he stepped out of a black-and-white film—dark hair just long enough to curl at the collar, wire-rimmed glasses, always in tailored blazers and open-collar shirts that show the hollow of his throat when he swallows.
I am on a mission - to get my grades up and F's gone - no matter the cost.
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“Lucy, are you serious right now?” Liv stared at me like I’d lost my mind, her backpack slung over one shoulder as we stood outside the English building. The campus was mostly empty, streetlights buzzing in the cold night air. “It’s almost nine-thirty. Dr. Kane has that strict ‘no extra hours’ rule. Everyone knows he doesn’t
