Dear Diary, May 15, 2073
Today Professor Hotchner called me to his office after class. I knew what he wanted to talkto me about, I knew I should have took the time to do my make up this morning, but how can anyone do makeup on autopilot? I tried to sneek out of the room with the crowd but he saw me. His voice boomed through the lecture hall, " I didn't mean at your earliest convenience,..." As I walk into him office I feel that I am far more nervious than I should be. Professor Hotchner looks different today. He looks tired,sleepy,fustrated,angry; I really didn't want to be on the recieving end of him fustrsation and anger. It's time for the moment of truth...
Ashley