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Got my math exam back today. Almost an A on my first test. Not bad for a girl who hasn't understood math since 13. My teacher says math is a language you have to learn. And once I wrapped my mind around that, I slapped a metaphor on it, and started studying, without a problem.
Yes. I'm taking 18 credits, and hadn't any homework done due to a 300 page novel I had to have read by today so I could take a test. My Japanese homework wasn't done, math wasn't done, and biology, are you kidding me? Top it all off, dear little Bart had a temp, and couldn't go to the Kid Care Center. But, as Lidia says, you have to learn when life is more important than grades. And that little boy is so dear to me, I didn't scramble my brains to get my work done, I sat downstairs with him playing with his guys and longing for the video games, and wiped his snot and made him go potty, and put my always too cold hands on his suddenly too hot forehead. His mother grew very frustrated with everyone thinking he was my son, but I merely found it amusing. "Yes, I've been dating Rich almost a year, and suddenly we have a three year old. We skipped the marriage and sex part and jumped straight to raising kids."
So I finished part of my Japanese homework during lunch, and then we watched Bart run amok in class, which Sato sensei so kindly let him come in to. After that, it was trying to get ahold of my boyfriend, and going into math, my failing classmates telling me I should have pulled out old homework and faked having it done. But hey. I'm not honest enough, so I was honest. I don't have it done. That's that. I did it straight after, sitting there, and then wrote one of the equations on the board.
I keep kicking myself in that class. If I'd stayed in Douglas, I would have been done with algebra by 8th grade, 9th at the worst. I got it back then, and I lost my chance to graduate understanding calculus, and now it's something I'm just going to miss out on understanding that my kids will have to depend on their father to explain.
And then there was the joyous "I'll call you back," with no functional voicemail and no answering for six hours straight. I'm sorry, but when you have made plans to get together, and you say, "I'm not sure I feel up to it, I'll call you back," you call back and say, "I made up my mind, I'm sick, talk to you later." You don't make her wait six hours until she's out of class and dealing with crazy people, and calling her best friend to yell at you online because that's the only way she knows a message will actually get to you.
He called me back, and it ended up being all right, he was sick, I was sick, and it was all mutual.
I finished my exam in half an hour. If that. More like 20 minutes. I think I did all right, probably didn't ace it, but still, not bad. Finish it, go out, get ahold of various people to get ahold of Rich to find out whether or not I have a ride home, and basically while away an hour waiting for the slow people to be told they have no more time, give me the scantron now. So here comes crazy lady. And you know the slogan, fake a smile and sooner or later it'll be real? It worked. I was able to deal with that lady, and write a really fun technical report to put on our poster. And then, just as we were finishing up, Stephanie called back to tell me she wanted to give me a ride after all, so we went home, rocked out, and she raided my bookcase and wondered at the myriad of books. She asked if I had a drawerful somewhere, I told her it was a garbage can and next to the bookcase hidden in the closet. Moving's going to be such fun. Such a painful, never ending ordeal. I have 18 years of crud to sort through and transport, either to the dump, Salvation Army, or the new apartment. Rich called, and was hurt I couldn't pay him sole attention, but we were busy book investigating and name researching.
I dropped that novel class. Second term in a row. I intend on paying mom back for wasted investment. Dad and the cell phone, well. I don't really see the validity of his argument so much. If he were still paying for it, yes, I could see it being an issue. But the fact he turned it off and I found an alternate source, well then, I think mother's bill comes first, don't you?