“One second!”
Defeated, she closed her laptop. Outside, a train horn echoed through the Dekalb night. Somewhere, Mr. Harrison was sleeping peacefully, unaware that Maya’s entire academic future hung on a spreadsheet cell he hadn’t filled. infinite campus dekalb
She clicked the blue “Grades” tab. There it was—a blank cell where her test score should live. Beside it, a gray flag: Pending. “One second
Click.