>book story
Sure. So one of my calc classes had this black girl in it. I always felt she was more lazy than untalented because she would stare out the window during lectures, leading me to wonder why she came at all.
Although her grades were poor, she at least put in the effort to arrive every class, which I mentally noted. Monthly quizzes count for half a student's grade, so it goes without saying that quiz day is most important for both teacher and student.
One quiz day, she walked out of the classroom quickly after my "time's up" announcement. Under the circumstances (collecting other students' papers), I could not chase after her. After that, I forgot about the incident - until a week later (three classes per week, meaning she saw me twice prior to this next part).
Not until a week later, when I was done returning students' graded quizzes did she talk to me again:
"My quiz never got back to me."
"True. That's because you never turned it in. I saw you run out of the class when time was up."
"That's a lie. You need to find my quiz now. I did good on that quiz, so I know I got a high grade."
To appease her, I pretended to look through my bag and folder.
"The entire set of quizzes goes into this folder and nowhere else. I don't have your quiz, for sure. Next time, ensure you turn in your quiz before you leave."
"But that's not fair. You are racist because you throw my quiz away but keep all the Asian and white kids' quizzes. Just give me a B."
"Based on your previous scores, I don't think you would have gotten a B. For this one time, I'll make an exception and let you take the quiz again. You can take it in my office now." (The next hour was my office hours, which I know were free for her because I had asked previously, after she failed the first couple quizzes.)
Imagine my surprise when she pulled her whole body back like she had been hit by an invisible force and then launched her 1000-pg calc text at my face.