KOURTNEY

I stared down at the paper in my hands, my vision blurring with a mix of disbelief and rage. My fingers gripped the edges of the test script so hard the paper began to crinkle under the pressure.

C+.

To say I was furious would definitely be the biggest understatement of the year. I had spent the last two weeks locked in the basement of the campus library, fueled by nothing but stale black coffee and determination. I had memorized every single case study, practically rewritten his syllabus in my sleep, and poured my absolute soul into every essay question on that exam.

And yet, Professor Astor had given...