When I was in college everyone was required to take a bunch of classes outside their majors in order to graduate. One of the requirements was taking a history class. I was never great at history in high school, but I wasn’t too horrible. Unfortunately, I fucked up with registering for class and ended up taking a history class on the medieval era. The professor required that we write basically one paper per week. The first paper I got a D on and I straight up failed the next one. It was too late to drop the class, so I really needed a way to do better in this class.
The class after the second paper was handed back, I looked around the room for anyone that I thought could help me. I saw a boy who I thought his name was Derek. He was in one of my classes from the previous semester, and he seemed pretty smart. I decided I would approach him after class and ask for his help (and if his name was Derek lol). Derek was 5’9”, had short blond curly hair, and had a thin frame. It was winter so he was dressed in a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. I asked him for help (and confirmed his name) and he seemed happy to help me. We agreed to meet in a couple of days at in his apartment to work on the next paper together. When I got back that paper, I got a B. I was so happy! Derek and I kept working on the papers together, and he was a huge help. My average went from almost failing to a C+, with plenty of time to bring it up.