When I saw him bullying yet another student into tears, I asked a question with the intention of dragging some sense back into reach, but he bit my head off, so I stood up and calmly told him, after gesturing broadly to an entire room full of nearly-weeping despondent students, that I had never failed an English class in my life and that I knew myself to be both tolerably smart and reasonable, and he'd managed to put me past my sanity AND my decorum, and that maybe the dean of students might be interested if I paid him a visit that afternoon.
"Nobody's paying you to to f-k up GPAs," I snapped. I sat back down and my ESTP law enforcement friend leaned over and said with a leering smile, "I said speak your mind, Megan, but geez...."