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Aribel
B
I’d been staring at the letter long enough that most of the rest of the class had emptied out of the room. My professor still sat behind the lectern at the front of the room, but I was too embarrassed and horrified to speak to him. I wasn’t certain that I wouldn’t break down into tears if I opened my mouth right now.
“Miss Graham, it’s time for you to leave,” Professor Williamson said.
I hadn’t even noticed that he had snuck up on me. “My paper has a B on it,” I told him.
“Yes. I was surprised by that as well.”
“I can’t get a B.” My voice didn’t even sound like me. It was high pitched and squeaky as if I might combust at any moment.
“You’ve done exemplary the rest of the semester, Miss Graham. I’m sure if you study harder for the next one then you’ll keep that A you’ve
