I feel a surge of nostalgia from Millford flooding back to me. I'll describe.
I was always active in Nessa's GPA. I cared about everything that she got on tests/quizzes/projects and leave me alone assignments (something made up by nessa, you can ask her).
Once on a math test about dividing fractions, Nessa failed and I fortunately, got an A. I quickly asked the teacher to switch our grades. She didn't believe me. After, I begged her that I put my name on the wrong paper. She then accused me and Nessa of cheating, so we both got zeros.
Nessa was happy that we got the same grade. She even offered me a special sandwich for lunch (it's name had something to do with knuckles). I guess my care for her grades paid off.
The one and only,
Julinda