Wanted: One Physics tutor
Because my feckin' professor said I had to get one otherwise I'd flunk out, and she said the forums were "the place to go" (who even says that anymore?) to look for one. Probably have to be a genius to get me to pass, though what are the chances. Still, figured I'd try after all the old bat put me through. The name's Charlie Moran, majoring in mechanical engineering. Room 311 of the Baker Dorm if ya want.
Charlie Moran let her head tip back, staring at the ceiling with a frown. It was Friday after class but instead of getting to play football or even fucking sleep, she was on her fucking laptop putting out an ad for a fucking Physics tutor. She didn't want one, but Professor Stanton had put her foot down -- pass Physics, or flunk out. And hell if Charlie wanted to get sent back home. No-fucking-nope.
With a heavy sigh, she leaned forward, fingers poised over her keyboard. The advertisement was short and blunt, and left her dorm details at the end. One moment's hesitation, then the click of the enter button.
It was stupid, really. Fucking humiliating. But anything was better than being sent back home.