Education: Grades, Eyeball-to-Eyeball

The sophomore crossed the creaky college classroom and took a seat in front of a table. The battered black door closed behind him, and he looked into the eyes of the six faculty members who had been waiting for him. "Are you satisfied with yourself?" began the chairman of the seeming inquisition. "Yes, I am," was the spunky answer. Obviously some of the other inquisitors were not. One criticized the student for flippancy, another called him "a debunker," a third wondered why he was at the college.

It sounded a bit like the nightmare of a student who had read too...

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