可怕的学期论文（2）
roans from the disappointed made professor dressel’s classroom sound like a hospital htly, steeling myself for the bloe. i disbelief i bent over for a closer look. professor dressel had rade: “see me after class.”
nervously i approached his desk as the others grumbled out. “young lady,” he said, “your term paper is among the finest i have ever seen produced by a junior accounting student. do you kno the line you had a remarkable english teacher. if he or she is till alive, you should go to that teacher and express your gratitude. good night.” he snapped his textbook dosed, abruptly stood and strode out.
my mouth gaped. in my heart i kneht; i oood measure of my a+ to mrs. coots. i kne i finally forced myself up to the front door of her modest house. i . but the . “may i come in?” i blurted.
she coughed and reluctantly beckoned me in. “i’ ve been sick all fall,” she said in a reedy voice. “i’m just noetting over pneumonia.”
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