We have a teacher in the journal, an old woman.
Once she took the exam, and she, apparently, felt bad, her head bended, her hand supported, a tired look under the table was directed.
Gives her a boyfriend, gives it well. She listened and, without saying a word or even looking at him, set him a five.
The guy goes out into the hallway happy, sharing with all the impressions.
A friend suits him:
I am not ready at all! Give up, my friend, give up for me. She did not remember you anyway.
Well, after a couple of people comes in again this guy with someone else’s account, answers for a ticket, again gets five.
A couple of people come in again to help another friend.
The teacher listened without interrupting. The guy stretches her.
She takes it, turns it in her hands and returns to him with the words:
Oh, young man, you’d change your shoes at least.