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“M
s. Mazkov!
I demand you give me a better grade! I did the essay- what more do you want?” What a great way to start the day after last night. The sarcasm dripped from my inner voice, and I glanced up from my grading with a blank expression. Cassandra stood over me in all her haughty glory, waving her essay in my face, and I set down my pen to sigh heavily.
“Cassandra, I couldn’t read any of it. You have to make it legible, at the very least.” I nearly cringed remembering all of the time I’d wasted the day before trying to grade the assignments. Gasping dramatically, Cassandra leaned back to crumple up her paper. Watching her throw her little tantrum, I kept my face as neutral as possible even as disgust clung to my ribs.
For a girl with so many resources, it shouldn’t have been
