With a curse Charlie slammed her fist into the top of her desk. She was failing Calculus Two. There was no way on earth Charlie could afford to fail again. This was the third time she had taken the class, and each time at mid-terms she had gotten her grade and had had to drop the class because she was failing.
This time she couldn’t fail. She was going to graduate from college in two months and there was no way in hell that she would push back her graduation date because she had failed that damn class again.
Charlie pushed herself away from her computer and stomped across her bedroom and down the stairs muttering evil things she would like to do to her Cal two professor. She was going to take her happy ass right on over to campus and bitch her teachers ear off. She was fucking bound and determined to save her grade.
On the way over to school, which was less than a ten minute drive across town, Charlie mentally got herself ready to do battle with her teacher. Professor Holloman was a thirty something year old math teacher who, according to his introduction on the first day of class, was married to teaching. He taught different classes of math, and his favorite was calculus, and he wanted them all to do their best and if they had any problems they should come and talk to him right away.
Charlie circled the parking lot and not finding a space worth having parked in a faculty spot. She could fucking care less if one of those damn Parking Nazi’s gave her a ticket. What was ten bucks compared to her future?
As she made her way to Professor Holloman’s office she told herself to cool down. It wouldn’t help a damn thing if she was so upset that she couldn’t see straight. It was really awful fault of hers, her whole family was even tempered cats, but she had a temper that could light a forest fire. She took deep breaths and steadily her stomps were replaced by regu Continue reading