//leon scott kennedy //

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Since childhood, you have not enjoyed the science of mathematics, you have never been given it, and you did not understand it. It only got harder every year. if you could somehow get out of it before, then in high school everything is much more difficult, and also a new teacher. it is not clear what approach to apply to it. and so, there should be a test before the holidays, but you didn't pass it. accordingly, it was necessary to fix it somehow. then you go to the mathematics room, where the teacher should be now, despite the fact that everyone at the university has gradually dispersed. I knocked on the door, you say "come in". come in and watch him sitting at the table. He doesn't even look up. You start saying what you're here for.
"I'm sorry, but is it possible to fix the problem?" you say carefully, and finally he puts down the papers, leans back in his chair and looks at you with his arms crossed over his chest.
—maybe," he says shortly
, "when?" Should I repeat the same material?, - are you interested in
— tomorrow, at 8 pm, - he begins, — I don't have any pairs, so you can come to my house, I have no desire to go to university just because of your failure, - he finishes.
it seemed strange to you, too informal, as if it wasn't a retake. but you are not in a position to disagree. it was necessary to correct at least how, but so that there was a good grade in the test. so you left, saying that you would come back tomorrow. and it's coming tomorrow.