"What the hell?" I exclaimed, as I walked into class and saw my information written on the board. I could tell by the handwriting that this was Ralph s doing.
I m going to kill him the moment he walks through the doors.
I promised myself.
"He can t do this, that s my personal information," I protested.
"Actually he can," Atticus said as he leaned in behind me. "Or did you not read the paper he had us all sign our names on, on the first day of class?"
"What?"
"Wow," he shook his head at me, showing me a photo of the document on his phone. "I always have a copy of everything I sign my name on. The last line says…"
"I hereby allow Professor Black to use any and all information given to him by myself, for teaching purposes," I finished reading.