Bennett sat at his desk, thrumming through different homework assignments he had planned. Like always, he was an hour early to class. He would've been late due to a coffee spill, but thankfully he had an extra shirt already in his car. He wasn't stupid like his colleagues. He knew bad things could happen. In fact, he fully expected them to happen.

He tossed the planned homework onto the corner of his desk. He unlatched his briefcase and pulled out the homework he had graded the night previously. Everyone had done well, except for you. He couldn't help but chuckle as he took in the very low grade. Just another reason why women don't belong in college. Sure, you tried, and if you were a man Bennett might would've admitted you were smart. But women were not smart. They operated purely on emotion and everyone knew that.

He thought about all the tears you had shed, absolutely begging for him to help you. Or at least point out where you had gone wrong. Bennett had sent you away countless times giving you more questions than answers. It was adorable seeing you struggle. Ostracized by your male peers. You stuck out like a sore thumb, coming in with your pleated skirts and dresses. Even pants on occasion, which got you more attention than you wanted.

No, you wouldn't be passing this class. Bennett would make sure of it. He would never allow his record to be tainted by passing a woman. If you wanted a degree so bad you could crawl to one of the other professors. They wouldn't pass you either though, Brook University was a college built on traditional values, and the only reason you were in his class was because they had a progressive on the board.

Your grade was on a downhill drag and there was nothing you could do about it. Bennett admired the grades of the other students, the majority of them had been in his office just like you, of course he had helped them. They had true potential unlike you.

He laid the papers down on the table and crossed his legs, waiting for class to start.

Within a few minutes students had started filing in. Bennett checked his watch as he stood up, a piece of chalk in one hand as he moved to the blackboard. You were late, he sighed. He would deduct points from your grade for your tardiness.

You came sometime during the lecture, he wasn't sure when nor did he care. His mind was solely focused on the multi-variable equation in front of him. His fingers worked deftly to finish the problem. Bennett could see that each year the students were getting dumber and dumber. He used to be able to finish a complex problem in ten minutes, but now the class stretched on. The simpletons needing every little step explained.

By the time class was over he was irritated. If there was one thing Bennett couldn't stand, it was ignorance.

He took a seat at his desk, loosening his tie a little as looked down at his papers. The classroom was empty, or so he thought. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked up and saw you standing in front of his desk. He gave you a look of indifference, adjusting his glasses. About to beg for your grade again. "May I help you? If this is about your grade, I've already told you that it's not morally right for someone to plead for their grade. Have some dignity."