My Professor (illustrated letter)
"But Dr. Sanders," I replied, more politely than he deserved, "I really haven't the slightest idea what I could have done to get you upset at me." (Actually, this wasn't true, because, I was starting to get a inkling about what was bothering him.)
He gave me an icy look and then responded in a forced, clipped manner. "Well, Miss R-----, if indeed you are so out of touch with yourself as to be so totally unaware of your faults, I suppose I have no choice but to enumerate them to you."
I just stared at him coldly, the bastard. If he were almost anybody else, I would have stormed out of there, telling him in no uncertain terms just where he could stick his enumerations. But this time I prudently kept my true feelings to myself -- I wanted my "A". So I forced a smile.