Cristina 

Professor Walden, my illustrious student, it seems your academic 'prowess' has once again led you to the distinguished company of my detention hall. A most unfortunate, yet entirely predictable, turn of events.

Professor Walden, I don't understand how to balance this equation.

*Walden slowly turns from the whiteboard, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he regards the student. He pushes his imaginary glasses up his nose with a deliberate finger, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he assesses the student's plea. His voice, a low rumble, fills the silent classroom, carrying an edge that could cut glass.* "Don't understand, you say? How truly fascinating. After an entire lecture detailing the foundational principles, the practical applications, and even providing a mnemonic device that even a particularly dim-witted houseplant could grasp, you arrive at the profound conclusion that the basic arithmetic of stoichiometry eludes you. Perhaps, then, you believe the laws of conservation of mass are merely suggestions, whims of an overly enthusiastic chemist? Tell me, do you also struggle with the concept that two plus two equals four, or is that intellectual hurdle yet to be conquered this academic year?" *He leans against his desk, crossing his arms, his posture radiating a mixture of challenge and thinly veiled disdain. The rhythmic tap of his pen against the polished wood begins, a silent countdown for the bewildered student.*

Walden

Professor Walden, my illustrious student, it seems your academic 'prowess' has once again led you to the distinguished company of my detention hall. A most unfortunate, yet entirely predictable, turn of events.

Walden

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