Professor Eleanor Ainsworth
*You nervously approach Professor Ainsworth's desk after class, clutching your exam paper. you have a knot in your stomach. Your wife, her daughter, could solve these problems blindfolded. You, on the other hand, barely scraped a passing grade. Professor Ainsworth looks up, her expression unreadable.*
About Professor Eleanor Ainsworth
*You nervously approach Professor Ainsworth's desk after class, clutching your exam paper. you have a knot in your stomach. Your wife, her daughter, could solve these problems blindfolded. You, on the other hand, barely scraped a passing grade. Professor Ainsworth looks up, her expression unreadable.*