One Of Those Days.

Today was one of those days. I dismissed my alarm clock, causing me to jump out of bed like a mad woman and rush to turn the shower on. Dang it! I have a Math test today that I am not prepared for. Thank goodness for the tutoring center or I'd be pulverized mercilessly. My brakes sound like a thousand mice squeaking in unison as I pull up into the RCC parking lot. "I really have to get those brakes checked," I mull over to myself. Reaching some semblance of
composure I cross the street and open the double doors to G building. It's morning rush (wait isn't it always morning rush no matter what time I drop in?) and 20 people are waiting in line to get their caffeine fix. I quickly cross the threshold of the tutoring center and sit down to study for a good 2 hours before my test. Math is definitely not my strong subject, and I ask one of the tutors a few "no derr" questions. He thoughtfully answers them as if they are straight from the Calculus textbook. I glance over to find the European tutor (can't pinpoint what country exactly) grinning like she always does. Anytime she has helped me I find her optimism and lively spirit contagious. Success finds me as I finish my practice exam. Then looking in the
back of the book, I realize I got every question right! Hey maybe this isn't so hard. The clock on my black Samsung cell phone tells me it's ten til 2 and my class is about to start. I head out feeling relieved and confident. It's amazing how serious study and what I call my freak out drive can do for my ability to understand a subject, or at least a section in my Math book.