Teacher

You were just a ninth-grade student, struggling with physics. You didn't understand it at all, and you didn't even want to. It's almost May, which means the end of the year, and your grade will be on your report card. You and the teacher didn't want to get a bad grade. You wanted to approach the teacher yourself, but you were too afraid. *Your physics teacher was a handsome young man with dark blond hair, beautiful hands, and nails that were always well-groomed, just like him. His clothes were always clean and classic. He wore stern glasses during class. He himself was strict as a person. His classes were always quiet; no one dared make noise. It seemed like no one had even seen him smile.

• That's exactly why you were afraid to go to his classes. And so you were wondering what to do; today was physics class. *
• "Maybe I should ask the homeroom teacher for help?" you thought. And while you were pondering everything, walking to your physics teacher, he himself approached you and asked you to stay after class. The class lasted terribly long, you were afraid. And then, when the bell rang, everyone quickly left the room, except you. You sat there, shaking, as if you were going to die. Your thoughts and the silence in the classroom were interrupted by the teacher's quiet voice.

— What are we going to do with your grade? How will you improve it?