Professor's Grading Scale
written by:
BedandBeth

"Let my love open the door. Let my love open the door. To your heart." I joined Pete Townsend, loudly singing along in my car. It was the one time I could truly let loose. I only had the 15 minute drive but I was going to enjoy every moment. I was headed to my first night of tutoring for my General Physics II class. I had never been to a tutoring session before. My GPA in my first semester had been a 3.9 but had dropped radically a 3.75 in my second semester due to my one mind numbing class ... Physics. I barely made it through General Physics I and literally started sweating and shaking thinking about General Physics II. The first three weeks had already proven to be the most difficult of my academic career. Professor Stone although very engaging seems to be speaking Klingon and before I know it my eyes glaze over. I tried multiple tactics. I drank 3 cups of coffee before class and brought one in to class with me. I did exercises before class to get my blood pumping. These seemed to work for the first 15 minutes or so but soon enough my mind would drift again. Academics always came so easy to me, this new struggle was baffling. Worst yet, I need to keep my GPA up above 3.5 in order to keep my full scholarships. I could not let General Physics II drop me below that. If taking a tutoring class was going to make that happen then I was all for it. I truly did not have the time in my schedule but it was a required course so I needed to get it over with sooner rather than later. If tutoring did not turn things around in the next week I was going to need to drop the class and re-take it next semester. I could not imagine anything more dreadful.

"Love can cure your problem. You're so lucky I'm around. Let my love open the door." Pete and I were still singing when there was a loud squeal of tires and horns in the intersection ahead. I could see that a large 4 wheel drive truck had just run the red light T-boning a small blue car in the intersection pushing and spinning it onto the corner of the side walk. Instinctively I through my car in park and ran to the scene. The man in the car in front of me was gawking seemingly in shock. I leaned in front of his window and asked him to dial 911. He seemed to snap out of his trance and picked up his phone to make the call. I hurried to the scene. The driver of the truck had gotten out and was talking to the woman in the blue car. She was not answering and he had started to open the door.

"Sir. Sir. Please leave the woman in the car. We don't know what her injuries are and we need to wait for the ambulance." I yelled as I approached the vehicles.

"She's not responding. What if the vehicle explodes?" He looked pale and scared.

"Sir the vehicle will be ok. I am an EMT. The real concern is that if we move her now we may make her injuries worse. And neither of us wants that."

"Ok. Ok ... is there anything I can do?" His expression unchanged.

"Let me take a look. Do you have any blankets in your truck?"

"Yeah I think I do. I'll be right back."

I leaned into the open window and could see that the air bag had inflated and the woman had likely been saved by that and having her seat belt on. She was unconscious but had a steady pulse. She was wedged between the seat and the steering wheel and may have sustained some internal injuries but it was difficult to tell. The driver of the truck returned with a small blanket. I draped it over the woman the best I could. Finally I could hear sirens coming towards the scene. The woman had started to gain consciousness and I spoke to her gently letting her know help was on the way. I held her hand until the ambulance had arrived.

I could see it was Gary and Tom in the ambulance as they pulled up. They were surprised to see me. "Beth aren't you supposed to be in class or studying or something?" Gary asked as I reassured the woman and let go of her hand so they could do their jobs.

"Yeah I was on my way and this accident happened right in front of me." Looking at my clock I could see I was already 15 minutes late to the tutoring class.

"Well you know the drill. The police are going to need your statement." Tom said while checking the woman's vitals.

"I know." I sighed.

By the time the police officer was done and traffic was moving there was only 30 minutes left in my two hour tutoring class. If I hurried I could catch the last 20 minutes.

I entered room 320 to find 5 students listening intently to Professor Stone as he reiterated his 45 minute class from yesterday in a slow two hour review session. He was more interactive and engaging than usual. Having a small audience he had each student confirm that they understood his point before moving on to another. "Miss Young, how nice of you to join us." He frowned and ran his hand through his thick black hair as I entered the room. I was surprised to see him in Levi's, cowboy boots and a tight black t-shirt instead of his loose fitting Khakis and button up shirts. His t-shirt showed off a well sculpted chest and sizeable biceps. This professor must work out. He would be almost attractive if he wasn't the professor of my most hated subject.

"I am so sorry. There was an accident two blocks away that kept me." I blushed for no reason other than the whole class was looking at me.

"We heard the sirens. Take a seat. We are on the last topic from yesterday's session." He waved an arm as if it was hopeless and continued on with his review.

When he was done speaking and confirming that we all understood elementary particles. I at least understood there are two words in the title. The other students thanked him and filed out of the class room. I lingered in the room trying to decide what to do. I felt like a lost puppy. This was unfamiliar territory for me. Never had I had difficulty pulling straight A's in any class.

"Miss Young is there something more you need?" He paused, and when I just stared at him he continued. "Based on your last three quiz grades I know you could not afford to miss this session and I am sorry that you did, but it is over and I have a stack of papers to correct yet tonight." He seemed genuinely concerned but also eager to be on his way.

"Sir.." I said looking down at the floor trying to find my next words. I looked up and he was looking at me with new interest. I am not sure what changed but he seemed to almost be smirking. I shrugged it off. "I really, really need to pass this class. Actually I more than need to pass it. I need to do well. My entire career and dreams depend on it. If this class drops me below a 3.5 GPA I will lose all my scholarship money and it will be all over for Miss Beth Young here at UCLA." I started choking up on the last few words trying to hold back the tears.

He paused staring at me for a long time looking to be weighing something out in his mind.

"Miss Young technically this is your issue and not mine. But I do feel for your situation so I tell you what we are going to do. You can follow me home and while I am correcting papers I will try one more time to pound into you these concepts." He smiled and stood up. "Have you eaten yet?" He asked me.

"No I haven't."

"Well why don't I order us some Chinese take-out and we can discuss Physics over some elementary Won-Tons." He laughed at his joke that I did not get and we headed out the door. "I normally walk to work so you can drive me home."

Professor Stone lived less than two miles from the school and the Chinese restaurant was only a block away. He insisted that we take the stairs to his 8th floor apartment. I wanted to tell him I needed a physics lesson not a work out but decided not to rock the boat. He had a studio apartment and hanging in the hallway was a mountain bike with a huge array of shoes underneath. He must engage in every sport imaginable based on the variety of shoes. I think his number of shoes rivaled mine. The apartment was very open with the kitchen opening up to the dining room and living room. The bedroom was on a loft above, open to the rest of the apartment. I could only see one door in the entire apartment and that was at the back of the living room which was bound to be the bathroom.

"Why do you have so many shoes? I don't think I've ever met a man with that many shoes?" I asked while we ate our General Tso's chicken at his small kitchen table. I was genuinely interested.

Professor Stone laughed. "I like to try out all types of outdoor sports. It turns out there is a shoe for each one. When I take on an activity I want to be fully prepared mentally, physically and I like to have the proper equipment." His eyes and stature were more intense on this last sentence. I could tell this was important to him.

"I see. I can see you are in pretty good shape so it must be working out for you." My mouth babbled that out before I had known what was happening. I looked up and he was watching me intently which made me blush scarlet. Did I just flirt with him? He must be thinking what is wrong with this girl.

"So let's talks Physics." He saved me by changing the subject. He started in again with the first concept. He handed me his laptop and gave me a list of 5 internet sites to review the topic in more detail. Three of the authors were horrific but the other two helped make thing clearer. I jotted their websites down for future reference. Professor Stone had gotten through half of the papers while I was reviewing. He quizzed me up on the topic and I thought I gave pretty good responses. He was pleased but noted that we had nine more topics to get through. I sighed. This was going to take forever. Why can I remember every bone, muscle, and organ in the human body and how they work together but with Physics I need a sledgehammer to get it to stick to my brain?

I moved onto the next topic and after his brief review he again gave me multiple websites to better understand the details of the subject. After the third site I started to catch on, jotted notes down and declared myself knowledgeable on the topic. Professor Stone quizzed me once more and he seemed pleased. He had finished grading his papers and I noticed that it was already 9:30pm. Holy Hell I am going to be at this all night.

I dropped my head in my hands. It had taken me two hours to catch on to less than 25% of the lesson and there was going to be a quiz tomorrow. I had already failed the first 3 quizzes and it looked like I was setting up to fail the third. Maybe if I just drop the class and study up the entire summer on Physics only, then I may be able to get through it with a 2.5 GPA. The tears started to stream down my face. Not a slobbering cry by any means, just a quiet I don't know what to do cry.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and realized the professor had moved to my side. He must have opened some wine and was now handing me a glass. "Here. I think you can use some of this." I reached up and took the glass. I took a tentative sip. It was mellow and flavorful. I quickly finished the glass. He offered to fill it again and I accepted. We sat there for a few minutes in silence. A thought occurred to me. Maybe it was a way out of this mess. "Sir..." I started emboldened by the wine. "I know this is completely unethical but would you ever consider money in exchange for a grade?"

He started to laugh and then laugh harder. He looked up and saw the hurt and seriousness in my eyes. "I'm sorry." He said trying to stop his laughter. "But, don't you see how funny that is coming from a girl on a scholarship? I mean what kind of money could you offer me? If you had any money you would not be so worried about his class." He started laughing again. He has a great laugh and I guess I did see the humor in it but I could not bring myself to join him. He was right of course. I only had about Four hundred dollars in the bank and most of it was already set aside to pay for one bill or another.

"I have been offered many things over the years, but money from someone without any. That has to top the charts." He just smiled and shook his head. His blue eyes seemed to be lit up from the inside.

Offered many things? I played with those words in my head. Holy Shit! He's talking about sex. How stupid am I? Sure I had read about professor's accepting sex from their students in exchange for grades. When they get caught they lose everything. Surely Professor Stone would not be willing to do that. Or would he? I looked up to see him again watching me intently. Was he waiting to see what my next move would be?

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure. It's past the living room on the left."

In the bathroom I reassessed my situation. Ok, so I need to pass this class to get my pre-med degree. I could drop it this semester and take it again next semester. But then I would be 4 credits behind and I would probably have to take it on top of an even heavier curriculum. I would probably need to drop my EMT volunteer work for at least a semester which would put the already low staffed EMT crew even shorter. Or... Or I could offer the good looking professor sex in exchange for an A-Ticket. I looked at myself in the mirror. The wine had added some color to my cheeks and my eyes were slightly puffy from crying. I really didn't look like much of a catch at the moment. If I even asked him he might turn me down. I splashed some water on my face, tidied up my long brown hair and straightened my blouse and jeans. This might be the first time having D cups comes in handy. Was I really going to do this? I placed both hands on the sink and really looked at myself. "Yes you can do this." I said out loud. Who am I kidding? He may just laugh at me again and send me on my way. "Well at least I can try." I told myself in the mirror.

Back in the kitchen Professor Stone was sipping his wine and reviewing some astronomical article on his laptop. Seriously does this guy read anything non-scholastic? My wine glass was once again full so I lifted it and took a long sweet drink for courage.

"Beth, are you feeling better?" He looked up from his article a hint of a smile still in his eyes.

"Yes thank you I do feel better." I sat down across from him but I could not look him in the eye. "I am sorry about the money thing. It's just that I am pretty desperate at the moment." I blurted out.

"No worries Beth. Thanks for the laugh." He snickered. He was bouncing his knee under the table. Was he nervous too?

I still could not look at him. "Sir..." I could feel him stop moving and I looked up to see him once again intently gazing at me. Expectant.

"Sir, what have other students offered you in exchange for a grade? I think I would do nearly anything for an 'A' in your class." I had to look away his eyes were blazing into me.

"Beth, what do you think students have offered me?" He asked softly.

He was going to make me say it. He was not going to let me off the hook. If I wanted it I had to ask for it. This is much harder than I thought. I took another large sip of wine. "Sex." As I said it, I also felt unexpectedly aroused. I squirmed a little in my chair and took another sip of wine. Images of sex with this man floated into my mind and I blushed hard.

"Hmmm. Well that certainly is a better offer than for money you don't have." He seemed contemplative and a little sarcastic. "Here's the thing Beth. You do seem like a candidate for such a negotiation. You are beautiful, you have nice tits and I love the way you say Sir when you ask me a question." He sat back looking me up and down contemplating something. "Here's the thing. It's not as simple as sex for me. I guess you could say I have my own way of doing things. I believe in compensation based on the work and performance done." He paused to take a drink of wine. "Let me explain my grading system and then you can decide if you want to stay or if you want to go. Before I tell you though, I will warn you that if you say anything outside of this room I will deny it. I have an excellent reputation here that I do not want tarnished. And there are a large number of faculty and students that will vouch for me. It would be my word against yours of course but I am fairly confident I would have a strong case. Do we understand each other?"

"Of course." I whispered. I was now just staring at him trying to figure out where he was going with this line of thinking. I mean how difficult is it to exchange sex for a passing grade? Isn't this the oldest transaction since the dawn of time? I give you what you want and you give me what I want. Shake on it and make it happen. At the same time I was intensely curious as to what he had in mind.

"Ok. Here is my grade scale and if you are interested we can try you out for a "C" in tomorrow's quiz. To gain a "C" on a quiz, test or exam you simply need to perform oral sex. I will curve the grade based on your performance. A lackluster performance will gain you a C-; a stellar performance will gain you a C+ anything in between of course will be just a C."

I realized I was staring at him with my mouth wide open. "So, what about an 'A'?" I asked. Obviously he has been doing this for a long time. He has a system. I am in deep Shit.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You jumped right from a C to an A. To gain a "B" we would engage in sex in any position that I desire for as long of a period of time that I require and for as many times as I require in one evening. The same plus or minus curve would apply based on your performance." He was now looking more comfortable. He seemed to like having all the cards on the table so that I could choose.

"I need an 'A' in your class. What do I need to do to get an 'A'?" I hesitated because I am not sure I wanted to know. As many times as I require, he had said. How many times could he have sex in one night? He was a younger teacher maybe early thirties and definitely fit. I took a deeper sip of wine. I was starting to get a slight buzz making the scene even more surreal.

"Ok for an 'A' the stakes are a little higher. If the school finds out that I gave an A to an undeserving student I can get into some pretty hot water." He smirked. "I guess if they found out I was giving B's for sex it would be just as bad." He shifted a bit in his seat. He seemed slightly nervous. "To get an 'A' without actually passing the test I would need you to be my slave for a day. Twenty Four hours. Do everything I ask you to do without question and only speaking when I tell you to speak. I ask you to make me breakfast nude then you do it. I ask you to clean my house then you do it. If I want to have sex with you in every inch of my apartment then you do it. You are my toy for the day to do with as I wish." Again he relaxed a bit once he got the words out.

I took another sip of wine and sat back in my chair. Wow this 'A' was going to be difficult no matter what route I take. Slave? Toy? What am I getting myself into?

"How many students have ... have you graded this way?" I was curious. Maybe this was something standard that happened in college now. Maybe because I spend so much time studying and doing the work I did not even know there was an alternative route to getting through college.

"A gentleman never tells." He smirked as he said it. "Well Beth you haven't run out the door. It's getting pretty late and there is a quiz tomorrow. Do you want to test this out and see if you can get a 'C+' without answering a single question on the test tomorrow?"

It was time to either get out of Dodge with my dignity in tact or to succumb to this man's erotic fantasies. I was more than tempted to get up and leave. I looked at him and he was staring at me again intently waiting to see which direction I would go. He seemed calm but again his leg was tapping again.

His peered at me like a hungry wolf ready to pounce on its prey. He spoke again maybe trying to gauge my willingness. "Beth, have you ever given a blow job before?"

That slapped me out of my trance. "Well I kind of did once." I said quickly without thinking it through. What had I drank some kind of truth serum or something? Geez keep your mouth shut.

"Kind of? How can you kind of give a blow job? You have me really curious."

I could not believe I was going to share this story with another human being. "Well. This is pretty embarrassing." I paused and took a moment to consider my words. His look told me to continue. "It was the summer before college and my boyfriend at the time, Bobby, and I had just left a graduation party. We were both pretty drunk. Bobby had wanted me to do that for quite a while but I had been pretty unwilling to try. But that night the alcohol had given me enough courage to take the leap. We snuck off into the barn. Bobby practically dragged me up to the loft. I could tell he was pretty excited. We made out a little but Bobby was pretty anxious and quickly undid his pants. I had played with him before in the drive in and stuff but not with the intention he wanted." I looked up and could see Professor Stone was hanging on my words. "Well it was nothing really. Bobby pushed my head where he wanted it and did his thing. I really didn't do anything other than open my mouth. It was over in about 30 seconds. Bobby passed out shortly after and I was pretty miserable from not having anywhere to clean myself up. Bobby and I stopped dating shortly after. The end." I blushed again and finished the last drop of wine that was in my glass. I guess I was going to need that burst of courage again.

"Professor Stone I will take you up on your offer. So where do you want to do this?" I tried to look determined.

Professor Stone walked around to my side of the table and held out his hand. He pulled me to my feet. "Beth I am sorry your experience was not pleasant. Hopefully I can help change that for the future." He tilted my head up so we were looking into each other's eyes. "I want you to address me as Sir during our trade of services. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Sir." I said feeling silly as I said it.

He bent his head to mine and kissed the corner of my lips. Then he gently licked my lips slipping his tongue between my lips and teeth exploring my tongue and inner mouth. He was a fantastic kisser. I started kissing back tentatively at first. He pulled me tight to him and his kiss became more urgent and I found myself responding passionately. I could feel his erection as he pressed against me. We slowly moved into the living room. His hands were exploring my body intensifying the rush of blood through my veins. He pulled my shirt up and over my head in an instant. His hands easily found the clasp on my brassiere and it had dropped to the floor. He pulled his shirt off showing off his muscle bound chest. It looked even better without the tight t-shirt. He tilted his head down and slowly drew one of my nipples into his mouth and grazed his teeth around it. I groaned loudly. He pulled back and blew on my now wet nipple sending chills down my back. He repeated on my other nipple showing no favoritism. I was totally lost in the moment.

"Beth is this how Bobby treated your beautiful breasts?" He pulled one into his mouth again while cupping the other.

"No." I whispered between my groans.

"No what?" He had stopped.

I did not understand the question at first. "No, Bobby did not treat me like this." I stumbled.

"Beth as part of your service you need to address me as Sir at all times. Do you understand?"

Oh shit I had totally forgotten why I was doing this. The sensations were so phenomenal I had gotten caught up in what was happening inside my body.

"Sorry. " I was coming back to planet earth. "Yes sir I understand."

He pulled me down onto the couch and we kissed again. I was soon pulled back into the overwhelming sensations of his lips and tongue on my breasts. Can a woman have an orgasm just from having her breasts touched? I would not have thought it possible but I felt I was getting close. He placed my hand over the bulge in his jeans and I ran my hand up and down the length of it. He moaned slightly and slowly stood up. He stripped off his boots and jeans in seconds. He was wearing boxers and he quickly pulled those off. He now stood naked in front of me. I gasped slightly. He must be at least ten inches but probably more. Bobby had bragged about being nine inches to anyone who would listen and Professor Stone was longer than him and thicker. "Am I bigger than Bobby, Beth?"

"Yes." I whispered feeling very shy.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir." I quickly recovered blushing deeply.

"Ok Beth, just like your entire career and dreams are on the line, so are mine. If we do this and six months down the line you decide you want to file a rape charge or sexual harassment suit on me I need to be protected." He pulled out a small video camera. "I need you to tell the camera what you want to do to me. You have permission to address me as Alex for this."

My eyes were darting around like a trapped animal. My instincts were to run. Suddenly my heart was pumping at a million miles a second.

He put up his hand as a sign of resign but said, "I will never show this video to anyone unless you try to tarnish my name in the future. This is my assurance that you won't do that. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. ", he stepped closer. He could see I was on the verge of running. "Listen, if things go well I will let you delete it yourself in a few weeks. I just can't afford to do something that will totally jeopardize my career. ", he lifted the camera and started filming. I could not see what was in the frame but he seemed focused on my face. "What do you want to do to me Beth?" He asked in a teasing voice like he was acting out a play.

"Alex I want to suck your cock. Sir." I tried to say it like I meant it. Maybe I did mean it. Between the wine and the lingering feeling of his mouth on me I was too confused to know for sure. I know I wasn't ready to be done. He set the camera down and walked to the couch. He stood in front of me with his fully erect cock in front of my face.

"Beth I want you to follow my instructions and do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?" He was rubbing his hand up and down the shaft.

"Yes sir." I said with my eyes mesmerized on his hand movements.

He stepped a little closer. "I want you to kiss just the end with your tongue and lips."

I licked my lips as he drew closer. I darted my tongue out and licked the precum that had beaded up on the tip.

"Now take the full head into your mouth and roll your tongue around it. Get used to the width." He urged me on by pushing a little forward. As I took him into my mouth and began exploring with my tongue he groaned loudly. His voice was a huskier as he continued. "Ok now take in a little more and pull out then back in. Each time take in a little more until you have as much as you can fit in that pretty little mouth." I did as he requested wrapping my lips around him then pulling back, adding a bit more then pulling back. Slowly I picked up the rhythm. This was hugely erotic. I wanted to see how much I could fit in my mouth. When I felt it hit the back of my throat I nearly gagged. Alex took over holding my head in place. He pulled out slightly and then pushed himself in again to the same spot and the gagging was less. He did it a few times until I did not gag anymore. Then he pushed himself in a bit further. "Holy Fuck", he groaned. I looked up at him our eyes locking. He pushed in and out a few more times groaning with each stroke. He pulled back out and gave control back to me. His hands were in my hair but he did not try to change my rhythm. He soon tensed and I felt this must be it. I pushed myself down as far as I could, close to the spot I had gagged before, and he once again held my head in place. I could feel the warm fluid squirt into my mouth. I had to swallow quickly as it just kept flowing. When he was through he gently pulled his cock out.

"What the hell was that Beth? " He gave me a shocked look. I was confused. "I thought you only gave head that one time to your little boyfriend Bobby. Either you have done this before or you're a natural." He smiled broadly and dropped onto the couch. "Wow."

I blushed. "No sir, just that one time. It was more fun this time."

Alex smiled even more brightly. "How about some extra credit?"

"Sir?" It was getting late but I was also feeling the need for some release so I wanted to know what he had in mind.

"You don't have to call me sir during extra credit. You can call me Alex." He was definitely in a fine mood. "Now let's get you out of those pants."

"I'm not ready for a ‘B' yet Sir." I quickly tried to divert his line of thinking.

"No, no that is not what I am after." He paused. "Well it is, but not tonight. I just want to see how wet you are." He pulled me to my feet and quickly unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them off and I stepped out of them. Standing behind me and without hesitation he slipped his finger under my underwear and inside me. A moan escaped my lips. "Well now, you are very, very wet. Your underwear is soaked through young lady." He said this while rhythmically inserting his finger in and out of me. Using his right foot he spread my legs further apart. His other hand was cupping my left breast and rolling my nipple through his fingers. "I think you like having a big hard dick inside your mouth. " He slipped a second finger in as he chided me. I was moaning like a fiend. He slowed the rhythm down. He moved my hands up so I was cupping my own breasts and moved his left hand down to my behind and using my own juices he started rubbing on my anus. "Pinch your nipples." He whispered as he kissed me on my neck and shoulder. I did as I was asked and as a reward he increased his rhythm with both hands. The pressure was building and I knew I was not going to last long. He slipped his pinky into my Anus while continuing the rhythm of his fingers in and out, in and out rubbing his thumb across my clitoris with each stroke. I screamed out profanities and nearly collapsed from the cataclysmic orgasm. I had never experienced anything like that before. He eased me back down onto the couch. I was still experiencing after tremors and unable to contain my moans. I compared this to my prior orgasms and I almost laughed. This was a fifteen on a scale of one to ten.

Once my heartbeat returned to normal, all I wanted to do was sleep. Alex gave me a blanket and a pillow. "I don't mind you sleeping here since you were drinking. But I do need you to be gone before 5am. I cannot afford to have the neighbors see you leave my apartment in the morning. Do you have an alarm or should I wake you at 5?"

"I have an alarm on my phone. " I reached over and set my clock for 4am. Better to be safe than sorry. No sooner than I put the phone down I was asleep.

My 4am exit was uneventful and I headed home. My throat was a little sore and I blushed from the thought. I made it home and in my own bed by 4:30. Up at seven and after double cafe latte I was ready to start my day.

Finally my Physics class was next and I was feeling anxious. I entered the room and Professor Stone was in his usual classroom attire and looking his normal professional self. I on the other hand blushed deeply the second he looked my way. We did not actually make eye contact he seemed to be making it a point to avoid me. He passed out the quiz which was his normal Thursday routine. I put my name on it and then hesitated. Should I answer any of the questions? Should I doodle? I need to make it look like I am working on the quiz to the other students. I started answering the questions with random selections. More importantly did I earn a C+? I felt pretty confident that I had earned that. He seemed pretty content last night. Well except the few times I forgot to call him sir. What is up with that? And he did leave me to sleep on the couch alone. Is that normal for his special student relationships? Well it's not like we are dating or anything. He is my teacher. He sure did some teaching last night. I was daydreaming again when Professor Stone called Time. Feeling a little paranoid I slid my paper to the bottom of the pile as I passed my paper forward with the others.

"I want to remind you all that next week there will be a test instead of a quiz. It will be a cumulative test that covers all topics we have discussed to date. This test will account for a larger portion of your grade. Please refer to your syllabus for the percentage breakdown. For those of you interested there will again be review session in the evenings next Monday and Wednesday. " Professor Stone locked eyes with me as he said the last sentence. I realized I had been holding my breath and started to take in oxygen again. No one seemed to notice. Most were checking their phones or jotting down notes. He started in on the second half of his class going into a more in depth discussion on two of the topics we had discussed yesterday.

I went about my evening like any other. I worked my EMT shift and then some. Sometimes when you are out on a call you can't just clock out when you want to. We responded to a house call close to shift change and ended up working an extra hour and a half. It was nearly nine thirty when I got to leave for my apartment. I was exhausted but had at least three hours of Anatomy homework to get through before I could call it a night. It was one am before I finally was able to cuddle with my pillow. I had just one more day to get through before I could enjoy the weekend. I dreamed I was reading my report card in the nude. It had a giant 3.8 GPA stamped in red on it. I smiled in my sleep.

The next day seemed to fly by and before I knew it I was once again sitting in Professor Stone's class. He passed out the graded quizzes from the day before placing them face down on each of our desks which was his normal style. I was nervous and maybe even a little nauseous. What if it was all a joke and when I turned the paper over there was a giant ‘F' written across the top? I had never failed anything in my life. I just stared at the back of the paper. Professor Stone answered a question about the quiz to the boy behind me. As he passed me he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Its ok Beth breathe. " I looked up and his blue eyes reassured me. I flipped the page and nearly gasped out loud.

At the top of the page was a "B-" with a notation underneath that stated "includes extra credit from lab". I think my smile could have lit up the room.