Hemlock looked up when she heard the voice asking about her work. "Yes and I'm starting to think I have failed as a teacher." she said as she put yet another 'F' on a paper. She was so depressed at how the papers were going that she put her head on the table. 'At least this is the rough draft, it's not like it's the final draft and these are their grades. There's still hope that at least one of these will be good, maybe.' she thought as she continued to feel terrible about the rough drafts. She sat up and grabbed her coffee and took another long drink from it.