It was just wrong. Mitch was supposed to be happy and sassy. Seeing her depressed like this, well it just broke me. I sat down next to her and took her hand. "Hey, look at me. We can fix this." Mitch rolled her eyes, but I kept going, raising my volume. "We CAN, and I can help."
"What are you going to do? Take my tests for me?"
"No, but I'm going to tutor you. Now, is there any chance for extra credit, or anything?"
Mitch took a deep breath. "We can turn in a corrected exam for quarter credit. But even if I do I'll still fail."
"Doesn't matter, it's something. So you wanna hear my plan? Or do you just want to mope around until you flunk out?"
"Alright, professor, what do we do?"
"Well for starters you're going to put the test away and not think about it for the next two days. Then, w
