With a Little Help from a Friend

First period I took Jestina’s exam and failed her for spying.  I’ve been all over her ever since, confiscating her phone several times a week and keeping tabs on her attendance.  Yesterday she asked about her 2^nd period grade.  I showed her that I was sending an 82, well above passing.  She threw her arms in the air, grinned, and jumped in a circle.  “We did it, Ms. RB!”

No, Jestina.  You did.