early enough in the semester to drop this
class! (No offense. You’re probably an econ major and like this stuff.)
I’ve
started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr.
Heller’s notes before sending them to me. If you’d have forwarded them without
a translation, I’d be searching for a tall building/ overpass/ water tower from
which to yell “goodbye cruel world.”
JW
Jacqueline,
Please, no leaping from towering structures. Do you have any idea how much damage that
would do to my tutoring reputation?? If nothing else, think of the effect on me. ;)
I create worksheets for the tutoring sessions. I’ve attached the past three
weeks’ worth. Use them as study guides, or fill them in and send them back to
me, and we’ll see where you’re getting confused.
Actually, I’m an engineering major, but we have to take econ. I think everyone should,
though – it’s a good starting point for explaining how money, politics and
commerce work together to create the total chaos that is our economic system.
LM
PS – How did the regional competitions go? And btw, your ex is obviously a moron.
I downloaded the
worksheets, turning over his last statement in my mind. Whether Landon knew
Kennedy or not—unlikely, given the size of the university and their differing
majors—he’d taken my side. Me, a girl so absurdly unhinged by a breakup that
she’d skipped class for two weeks.
He was smart and
funny, and after only three days, I already looked forward to his name in my inbox,
our back-and-forth banter. All of a sudden, I wondered what he looked like. God .
Just yesterday, I’d left class telling myself to ignore the brooding stares of a
guy in class because I needed time to get over Kennedy’s desertion, and here I
was daydreaming over a tutor who could look like Chace Crawford. Or… Benji.
It didn’t matter.
I needed time to recover, even if Landon was right. Even if Kennedy was a
moron.
I clicked on the first worksheet and opened my econ text, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Landon,
The worksheets are definitely going to help. I already feel less scared of failing
this class. I did the first two - when you have time, could you look them over?
Thank you again for wasting your time on me. I’ll try to get caught up quickly.
I’m not used to being the student who’s a pain in the butt.
I had two freshmen from rival schools in competition with each other at regionals.
Both asked me, separately thank God, who was my favorite. (I told each of them,
“You are, of course.” Was that wrong??) They were very smug with each other
when they came to get their basses from my truck, and I prayed that neither
would mention the favorite status in front of the other. BOYS.
Engineering? Wow. No wonder you seem so brainy.
JW
Jacqueline,
The worksheets look great. I marked a couple of minor mistakes that could trip you up on an exam, so check those.
Ah, sounds like your freshmen have crushes on you? Not surprised. A bass-playing college girl would have rendered me speechless at 14.
Of course I’m brainy! I’m the all-knowing tutor. And in case you’re wondering - yes, you’re my favorite. ;)
LM
***
Saturday night, Erin was once again
threatening to drag me out of our room, ignoring my protests and reluctance.
This time, three of us were heading to the strip to hit some clubs with our
fake IDs.
“Don’t you
remember how the party last weekend went for me?” I asked when she shoved a
clingy black dress into my outspread arms. Of course she didn’t remember; I
hadn’t told her. All she knew was that I’d bailed early.
“Jacqueline, babe,
I know this is hard. But you can’t let Kennedy win! You can’t let him make you
a hermit, or keep you scared of falling for someone new. God, I love this part of it—the hunt for a new guy, everything unknown, untried—the mass of
hot prospects in front of you, waiting to be discovered. If I didn’t lust after
Chaz so