ENG 112, today we had Individual Writing Conferences, to let each student know how they are doing in class.

I sat down across from Professor Theile, written works collected in my folder, my journal ready for his inspection.

“You’re getting an A in this class.” he says “Do you have any questions?”

“No,” I say, and then think… yes. “Why am I getting an A?” I press

“You’re a great writer and you participate in class.” he answers.

“Yet, none of my papers have been given an ‘A'”

He assures me that my poem, Foster Home is an A poem, and after looking at my work again, says this is great work you have no worries.

OK, I guess he can live…. for now!