Chapter 2
Steve loved her, but a majority of the students didn’t, going so far as to leave scathing evaluations on ratemyprofessor.com and other student alert websites.
“How come you’re taking first year English now?” Steve knew Jase was one of the senior football players, one of the touted four who were rumored to be headed to the NFL someday.
“Never had time on my schedule.” Jase was scowling at the form. “I’m here on scholarship. I don’t get to call the shots about classes.”
“Okay.” Steve dragged out the word as he took Jase’s paper. He noticed the phone number Jase had written down was the athletic department’s main line. He should know since he’d called it so many times the past four semesters, always looking for students who hadn’t shown up for their appointments.
“Uh, we need a real phone number where we can reach you in person.” Steve pointed to the sheet.
“Tell you what. How about I put my number in your phone? Then if you have to cancel, you’ve got it.”