I stare at Professor K. "You can't PASS me with this term paper? Are you kidding me? You asked me to write about symbolism in The Scarlette Letter, and I wrote you a paper on symbolism in the book. For goodness sake, what do you expect? If I wrote about every single damn occurance the paper would be as long as the book!"

I try to calm myself down, leaning over to set my backpack down on the floor next to Professor K's desk. As I stand back up I put my hands on my hips, watching Professor K.