"Do you have a few minutes?" Professor Kline asked Clara after class one day. "I want to go over your homework with you." His tone was serious and firm.
Clara's face fell. s**t. "Uh, sure, Professor Kline. Your office hours will be fine?"
"We can talk right now if you want to. Come, let's go upstairs to my office."
This can't be good, she thought as he led her in the direction of the faculty wing. "Was there a problem with my homework?" Clara asked when Ian closed the door to his private space.
He chuckled. "Well aside from the fact that it's entirely wrong, no. Your handwriting is beautiful." He withdrew her paper from his briefcase and handed it to her. "Your graph is increasing on this interval, and decreasing on this one. And it seems you're mixing up the parenthesis with the brack
