Just came back from (where else but) squash.
The day started off tacky and morally unkind, after going to school - which was pretty much pointless, since I couldn't claim my result slip; apparently I haven't returned a History book. So Monday sounds good, also allowing me to apply for June's. I hope I nail this - getting tuition, six bucks an hour from two A-worthy Math ex-colleagues; studying with friends allows room for slow thinking & personal fretfulness, just in case I screw up a question or two. Or twenty thousand.
History, on the other hand, is almost unachievable - at least in my opinion. Tuition might be something to do, but I dislike the whole idea of a part-ignorant part-aware acquaintance with a degree/Masters teaching (or attempting to, take your pick) a whole pack of indirectly desperate, part-messaging part-listening teenagers coming mostly from different social circles. There's more to that, but I need a shower before my body muscles freeze.
I could babble so much, but the unpleasant odour of post-workout & sweat is swirling around the room. And when I step on the scale, I better not see three digits.
&&lovelove.
Zee Rahman