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"I'm glad that you all were punctual in arriving at this meeting." My professor, Mrs.Hilton, greeted me. I had five other people on time for the meeting. Because I have to pay for every class I take, you best believe I'm showing up for each class that I have. It wouldn't make any sense for me to waste my money like that. Moving from face class to an online course was not easy.
Waking up at 8:30 am every morning to mentally prepare me for class as if my sleep schedule isn't completely ruined. However, some people have it worse than me, and I shouldn't be complaining. Like my best friend is back home with her parents and siblings. And I was at my boyfriend's place. San was a dance major, and luckily for him, our apartment complex had a gym. So when he wasn't clinging onto me, he was getting buff downstairs.
"I'll wait a few more minutes for the rest of the students to join." Mrs. Hilton said, shuffling some papers on her side of the screen.
I felt terrible because she was a sweet teacher. She was understanding that we have personal lives outside of school and was always willing to help. But her class was a 'weeder' class. It wasn't a class you could slack off and still understand the material. Calculus was another ball game. Often people would take their frustration out on her, and she didn't deserve that. She is only two years away from retiring.
Looking at the Zoom call, only three more people showed up."Thank you all for joining, and we are going to get started with the lesson. First, we will go over last week's assignment. This is the time for you guys to ask questions."
"Um yeah, I had a question. I didn't really understand the last word problem, and I was hoping you could go over it." I spoke up. All my life, it has been a fight with math class. Yet somehow, every time I take it, I end up pulling off a B. But I deserve my 'B' I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that semester.
"Let me go get some paper." I left my computer screen and went into my bedroom. My whiteboard and markers were underneath my bed. Cracking open the door, San was lying on his stomach, sleeping.
I had to be quick, so I didn't disturb him. Feeling underneath my bed, I slid the whiteboard from underneath. San last night had to show off his five-minute high energy for an assignment in dance. And it wore my poor baby out. I had never heard him breathing so hard, so last night, I just left him alone.
Now getting the markers out of the plastic bin beside the closet. It held all types of art supplies that we could use. Not paying attention, I smashed my baby toe against the bedpost.
"Ah, shit!" I cussed unintentionally. The pain shooting up my foot right now was unbearable. I couldn't even focus on the bed creaks. I was holding my pinkie toe and squeezing, trying to get the throbbing to stop.
