Here's Hoping Next Week is Better

My final algebra course has begun, and it is definitely my Achilles heel. I was upbeat going into the semester because I had the same professor the from previous semester. I even had a gaggling group of girlfriends that I enjoyed sitting with.....but things did not start off in the best way.....The first night, I came in, plopped my textbook down on the desk and a student said, "Hey...what's that?" "Umm, our textbook??" I weakly replied....Well it wasn't the textbook and after a few good natured ribbings from the instructor, I exchanged it for the correct one.....no problem. Next week would be better.

The next week was not better.....I sat down on the front row with my classmates, this time proudly displaying my correct textbook. But, an hour into the class, it was time for a quiz. Not a big deal....only worth twenty points and we could even use our notes. For whatever reason....(that had nothing to do with math)....two questions into the quiz, I started crying...and crying.......uh, and crying. I tried to pull myself together but it just wasn't going to happen. I was in the front row of the class, seated directly in front of the instuctor who was trying to move forward by explaing graphing of Parabolas. I thought about leaving....but I was blocked into my row by an audio visual cart, so I just cried. And, bless his heart, he kept on teaching. He had moved onto Pythagorean Theorems before I finally got my emotions in check.

I could imagine the conversation he had with his wife when he returned home....."Honey, the crazy old woman was back tonight. She did have the right book, but she cried through class...ON THE FRONT ROW.."

So, today, I am over my embarassment and have decided my only option is to study my Algebra for this next class in every available minute I have. Next week I am going to rock my instructor's elliptical world. I will know everything for the test. He won't even believe it is me.......really. I purchased some new eyeglasses along with a hair color and trim.......so I'm thinking maybe with those changes, he won't recognize me...Perhaps he will think that Ramona gave up and is replaced by this new more impressive student .....Yes, creating a dual personality is definitely the next step in convincing him I am a perfectly capable and normal student :))