Chapter 25
Penn
“Dr. Kensington?” a voice called, peeping into my office.
I glanced up to see my teaching assistant, Chelle, standing in the doorway. “How can I help you?”
She hopped inside, closing the door behind her. “Amanda has emailed me three times about that paper she ‘forgot’ to turn in.” She mimed quotations around the word forgot. “I told her that, if she sent it in by midnight, we’d accept, minus a letter grade.”
“That’s fine with me.”
“Yes, well, she just turned it in.”
I checked the clock on my iMac. “It’s twenty minutes before lecture.”
“Yep. It looks like she banged it out last night. What should I do?”
I breathed out through my nose in frustration. Amanda was one of the rare female students in the philosophy department. She stalked my office hours to bat her eyelas
