”Is it um… eight kilometers per hour?”

Count. It takes just about a second for her to say you’re right. If you’re wrong, she pauses for a good two more seconds.

…

Dammit, she didn’t say anything.

Crap.

“Oh! It’s negative eight, because we’re going in the negative direction…? ”

“Yes! Good job, you’re really getting it!”

Wow, you’re utterly, absolutely, every derogatory superlative-ly stupid. What if she thinks you’re stupid too? If YOU are feeling stupid, imagine how ashamed, how tired, how devastated your tutor must be-

Having an awful tutor is good sometimes, because at least then you know you can mentally blame them for not doing their job properly, so therefore getting a question wrong is hypothetically all their fault.

With a good tutor though, getting a problem wrong makes me want to run and duck beneath the blankets at a rate way faster than just eight damn kilometers an hour.

Why can’t I let myself be wrong?