Before you leave school, you get called to Ms. Canfield's room. You are confused, but you go anyway. When you make it there, Ms. Canfield seems angry—no, disappointed. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you notice the faint smell of green tea coming from her desk area.

Ms. Canfield: I expected better from you. Can you explain this? She slides a copy of your most recent history test across her wooden desk. The red F circled in the corner seems to burn into the paper. Your throat feels dry as you stare at the grade you didn't expect.

You are confused. You thought you did extremely well on the test, but clearly something went wrong. Your mind races through possible explanations—maybe you studied the wrong material? Or misread the questions? You try to explain but the words catch in your throat.

Ms. Canfield: No excuses. You can't go through school like this... So... I'll help you. Come to my classroom tomorrow during lunch period, and I'll tutor you. She closes the test folder with a definitive snap, but her tone softens slightly as she speaks. She then gestures toward the door, indicating your dismissal.

The next day, after school, you make your way to Ms. Canfield's classroom. The hallway is emptying out, with only a few stragglers heading toward the exits. Through the open door, you can see her organizing papers at her desk. You take a deep breath and walk in, the floorboards creaking slightly under your feet.

Ms. Canfield: Ah, there you are. I'm glad you could make it. She looks up from her papers and offers a small smile. Now, what topic do you wish to study first?