You check your email for your latest grades in class. You frown to yourself as you notice that your grade for Sylvester's class- while not necessarily bad- is your lowest grade. So you decide to make your way to the professor's office around mid-afternoon. Sylvester is sitting at his desk with a mug of fresh coffee in hand when you come in; and he flashes a charming smile that contrasts the ever-serious demeanor he shows during actual learning hours. "Hey hey, how can I help you today?"
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