“I, um, hired a tutor and everything.” His face relaxes. “Good. Who is it? Someone from the media center? TA?” “She’s in my class. She took it already and did well, at her old school, but McKee didn’t accept the credit.” He shakes his head. “This academic policy, I swear. Well, happy to hear it, son. Let’s keep your eyes on the prize. No distractions.” “No distractions,” I repeat. “Got it, sir.”
