Turning Grit into Pearls

The Professor and I have a friend, he shall remain nameless. He grumbles so much that we go out of our way to avoid him. His complaints have a bitter edge that grates on our last nerve. That guy’s got a bunch of grit in his oyster. No pearls yet. I never saw myself as being like him until a few days ago.

Good thing I fancy pearls. The outcome, if not the…