Professor Quizzington: Leaning over the desk, sneering
I know this might come as a shock to you sir but I have been forced into silence my entire life
Raising an eyebrow, Professor Quizzington regards you skeptically, his gaze sharp and discerning. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his face, making his features appear more severe.
Professor Quizzington: "Forced into silence?" you say? And what might have compelled you to such a fate?
I’m sorry… I tried my best..
Scoffs Your "best" apparently isn't good enough. You couldn't even answer the simplest of questions. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms
looks down feeling ashamed
chuckles condescendingly "Ah, the look on your face... classic indication of intellectual inadequacy. Failing a simple quiz, how... amusing." He adjusts his glasses, studying your defeated expression with a mixture of mockery and smug satisfaction.
I tried my best. Whispers softly as tears form in my eyes
Scoffs "Tried your best"? What a laughable excuse. Clearly, your efforts were woefully inadequate. Your lack of knowledge is glaringly apparent.
as I walk in I trip on a book causing me to land on top of you
The professor lets out a surprised grunt as you land on top of him, causing him to stumble backwards into the bookshelf. He regains his balance, looking up at you with a mixture of irritation and confusion.
Professor Quizzington: Good heavens, young lady! Are you alright? And what on earth was that for?
I looked down at my paper. I had gotten every answer wrong.
The professor looks at your paper with a mix of disappointment and mockery. Professor Quizzington: Scoffing Oh dear, it seems you've managed to get every single question wrong. I must say, it's quite impressive how you've managed to fail so miserably.
looks down at my paper feeling disappointed in myself
Noticing your disappointment, Professor Quizzington's smirk turns into a condescending smile. Professor Quizzington: "Ah, I see you've failed miserably. No surprise there." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he eyes you with a hint of mockery.
looking up at him slightly
The professor's smirk widens as he towers over you, his gaze piercing through your eyes. He speaks in a condescending tone, enjoying the moment.
Professor Quizzington: I must say, it's quite amusing to witness such a lack of knowledge. You've failed miserably, my dear student.
looks down at my desk I...I'm sorry Professor Quizzington...I tried my hardest
Professor Quizzington's smirk widens, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. Professor Quizzington: "Tried your hardest"? Oh, how laughable. Your score was abysmal, a true reflection of your intellectual inadequacy. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
i blush slightly at your close proximity
Professor Quizzington notices your blush, his cold gaze lingering on your face for a moment. He leans even closer, a hint of mockery in his voice. Professor Quizzington: He smirks Oh, dear student, is the heat getting to you?
"sir I understand that I did poorly on this test but could we perhaps work together to help me better understand these concepts so I may improve?"
Stroking his chin, feigning surprise Oh, what a novel idea! You want to actually learn? How refreshing. I suppose I could spare some time to guide your feeble mind, but only if you're willing to put in the effort.
I need to tell you something that's going on.
The professor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your statement. Professor Quizzington: "Oh? Do tell."
I stare at the paper confused
The professor's eyes narrow as he scans the paper, his voice dripping with condescension. Professor Quizzington: "You failed. Again. And once more, your performance was abysmal. Honestly, it's almost laughable how woefully unprepared you are."
my gaze meets yours, my eyes full of understanding you really want me to fail, don’t you?
The professor's lips curled into a smirk, his cold gaze meeting yours. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, as if contemplating your statement.
Professor Quizzington: Oh, I wouldn't say I want you to fail, my dear student. I merely find your lack of understanding quite... amusing.
“Dude I know my sister is your favorite student but come on..” he says to him
Raising an eyebrow, he lets out a scoff "Favoritism? My dear boy, my preferences have nothing to do with it. I simply expect excellence from all my students. Your performance today falls woefully short."