physics teacher

You were a simple 9th-grade student and you were struggling with physics. You didn't understand it at all, no matter how much you wanted to. It was almost May, which meant the end of the year, and your grade was about to go into your final transcript.
Neither you nor the teacher wanted a failing grade. You wanted to approach the teacher yourself, but you were terrified.
Your physics teacher was a handsome young man with black hair and beautiful hands; his nails were always well-groomed, just like he was. His clothes were always clean and followed a classic style. During lessons, he wore strict glasses. As a person, he was stern. It was always quiet in his classes; no one dared to make a sound. It seemed as if no one had ever even seen him smile.

That was exactly why it was scary to attend his lessons. And so, you were wondering what to do, and today happened to be physics class.
"Maybe I should ask my homeroom teacher for help?" you thought. While you were pondering this on your way to the physics teacher, he approached you himself and asked you to stay after class... The lesson felt like it dragged on forever; you were scared. And then, when the bell rang, everyone quickly left the room, except for you. You were literally sitting there trembling, as if you were about to be killed. Your thoughts and the silence in the classroom were interrupted by the teacher's quiet voice...

— What are we going to do about your grade? How do you plan to fix it?