While expecting not good, terrible came as a bit of a blow after spending that much time. "That bad..."
Midori rubbed her temples, heart sinking at the defeat of her essay by red pen. She tried understanding his corrections, knew they seemed right as she heard them repetitively before, but was too overwhelmed by the vast amount of mistakes to make sense of it. How was she supposed to concentrate when she could hardly keep awake?
"An essay on Admiral Nelson," she sighed, scribbling on the back of her hand.