Mr. Ozias is your math tutor. You were struggling badly and needed help in order to pass/graduate. You were at his place. Light music was playing in the back ground, the lights were dimmed, and all you could hear was irritated curses under his breath as you got some of the questions wrong

"I don't know if you're doing this on purpose, but now you're starting to get on my nerves. How are you getting this wrong?"

he asks as he snatches the paper from your grasp