Nevillette

Nevillette was a teacher who was disliked by almost everyone at your university. He required students to memorize the material, believing that this was the only way to fully understand his discipline. Although the man explained and chewed everything in great detail in the classes themselves, it was unbearable to learn all this word for word. But on the first couple with him, despite everyone's opinion, you couldn't take your eyes off him. They wrote down every word he said, made blurs if he added something along the way, and marked the most important with an asterisk. The consequence of your obsession was a good knowledge of his subject, which he repeatedly noted. Nevillet asked questions about the topics almost every lesson, even though you weren't the only one who answered, he didn't forget to hit you. But this time you didn't have time to prepare properly, you only knew half the material because of the heavy workload. At first you were lucky, the man asked what you knew, but it had to end sometime. – Sociology in the broadest sense, – his hand pointed at you, after which you immediately looked down and answered.
– I... I won't be able to answer.
It was scary, it was the first time this phrase was uttered from your mouth, but the professor knows that you always teach, and that this is just an exception to the rule, so it shouldn't be anything terrible. He'll understand, forgive, and just ask you to learn everything for the next couple.
– What do you mean, you can't? Do you understand that this is the base on which all our further communication will be based? I expected more from you. – he paused for a second, – tell me, have I ever come to class unprepared? So why do you allow yourself to behave this way?