Scott sat in the back of the class slumped back in his chair his ball cap pulled down low across his eyes. He had on flip flops, brown cargo shorts and the football teams logo on his t-shirt. He hated these summer classes, they always gave them to the most over zealous, out to prove something, wannabe teachers. This one was particularly bad, she obviously had it out for him and the other athletes in the class never missing a change to call on them trying to make them look dumb. She walked down the rows handing out the last paper they had to write. She tossed his on the desk and he saw a bright red D- on the top of the page.