Chapter 88:
meet the bloodbriars
It begins with one student.
Then spreads.
Bad grammar.
Worse logic.
Unfounded confidence.
A virus.
I do nothing.
At first.
“…Miss, this is how everyone talks now.”
“…Is it?”
“…Yeah, it’s normal.”
“…Then continue.”
They do.
Assignments degrade.
Arguments collapse.
Confidence remains.
That is the critical flaw.
A week later—
I return their work.
Marked.
Thoroughly.
“…What is this?” one asks.
“…Your work.”
“…This is harsh.”
“…This is accurate.”
Silence.
“…But everyone—”
“…Is wrong,” I finish.
Pause.
“…You allowed it,” another says.
“…Yes.”
“…Why?”
I lean slightly forward.
“…Because correction without consequence is ignored.”
Silence.
“…Now you understand,” I continue,
“…why standards exist.”
No one argues.
They improve.
Not because I forced them.
Because their own failure cornered them.
As it always does.
And as it always will.
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