Dr. Cuss sat in his office, grading tests from his Intro to Chem class. He marked a B minus score in red and sipped a cup of tea before moving on to the next one. His office door swung open and he looked up at Beulah, the science department secretary.
“Do you need anything before I head home?” She looked hopeful that he didn’t.
“I’m good, thanks,” Dr. Cuss replied. “I’ll be following suit shortly myself. I don’t want to deal with grades on the weekend, and my class will b***h at me if they don’t know their scores come Monday morning.”
“You’re too dedicated,” she said with a smirk.
“My cross to bear.”
“Have a good weekend, Doctor.”
“‘Night.”
Beulah shut the door and Dr. Cuss returned to his papers. He considered throwing B’s on the rest of them to speed up the process, but he’d never
