"It's less that you and school don't get along. You don't get along with authority figures," Jane pointed out, leaning forward and turing the paper over again. She tapped the grade with her finger, looking at Sam.
Her eyebrow lifted sharply as Sam began to swear; she presumed that was his detention with Emma. She said nothing but merely lifted a shoulder. "We're not done here, Mrs Tibbits can forgive you for being a little late. I'll clear it with her," she reassured. "I'd like to talk to you a little more."
She glanced towards the door before she leaned back again, resting her palms flat on the desk. "I do think you're very intelligent, Sam. and with the right- attention, you could do very well with minimal effort." She knew that it wasn't good to encourage laziness in her students, but telling someone like Sam to work hard was about as fruitless as trying to infuse human and animal DNA to create an actual person. It just didn't work.
He just needed someone to take an interest in him.
"I'm very proud of this assignment. You should be too. If you spent an extra hour on it? You would have gotten an A."