Atrocious

You have, to put it simply, no idea what you're doing in these classes. Even on days when you pay attention in class, everything just goes straight over your head. The quizzes she gives you are complete and utter gibberish to you, and Bella can tell you didn't get them when you pass her back nearly empty papers.

Her eyes widen as she looks at what little you did write down, which was apparently all wrong. "John, why are you even still in these courses?"

"I need the credit."

She thinks for a moment. "Look, John, there is nothing I can do to help you with these grades. You clearly don't even have a basic understanding for me to work with." She thinks a moment longer, before snapping her fingers. "I know! There's this...how do I put this...some of the teachers have started a new, small course for students need a different style of teaching. And no, it's not the slow class. Trust me, it will work."