Why didn't I study harder in high school. Then maybe I wouldn't be taking these remedial math classes in the summer. I mean, I just graduated and I am supposed to be out partying with my friends before we all leave for college. But instead, I work at the pool in the morning, go to class in the afternoon, and do my assignments at night. It's just not right.
After my last test, I knew I was in trouble. Officially, I was flunking math yet again, and unless I improve my grades quickly, I was headed to the local army recruiter. Hell, Derivatives and Quotient Rule, who needs those in the real world anyway? I'll never need them to teach Physical Education and the only X's and O's football coaches use is for diagramming plays.
Professor Freeman was tough, sometimes I think he forgets that this is a remedial class anyway. But, I had to try something, and a little begging has got me through so far. So, why not, I made arrangements to meet him right after class. I knew it was a mistake right from the start. The unsympathetic look on his face as I pleaded my case made me stutter and stammer, not to mention break out in a sweat. When I was finished, Professor Freeman gave out a slight sigh and leafed through his grade book, with an eye-brow raised. "Study harder, Mr. Green, that is the only help I can give you," Professor Freeman intoned cryptically, "I've never given a grade that a student didn't deserve, and I most certainly won't start now!!!" "Good day, Mr. Green," he said acidly, "I have a lot of work to do!" My tail tucked firmly between my legs and my head down, I gathered my things and trudged out of the classroom. As I walked down the hall, thinking about proper marching form and how I will look with a bald head and wearing khaki. I turned the corner and ran directly into Mrs. White, a graduate student at Marshall and one of my substitute teachers from school. Books flew and papers scattered across the floor. "I'm sorry, Mrs. White" I said as I bent down and retrieved her things.
"That's ok, Rob." She said, "Something on your mind?"
"Well, sort of", I said as I continued to reach for papers and put them back in order.
"Is it anything I can help with?" she asked with concern.
I always enjoyed having Mrs. White as a substitute in high school, and so did the other guys. Not only did she know her stuff, but she was fairly easy on the eyes. She stood about 5'5" and weighed a little over 100lbs. She had light brown shoulder length hair, beautiful brown eyes, a cute little body and an ass that made it hard to concentrate on 20th Century American Literature. Someone told me once that she was 36 years old, but I didn't believe them.
"Unless you know something about math, I don't think so." I said
"Well, it is one of my better subjects." She replied.
Standing up and handing her books. "I am sorry, Mrs. White." I said. "But, Math is not one of my better subjects, actually it is kind of my worst and if I don't improve my grade, and soon, it's of to the army for me."
"Oh, no," she answered.
"Yeah, I need some help" Thinking quickly, I said, "Hey, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I'd pay you for your time!"
"Oh you don't have to pay me anything," she replied.
"Really?," I said.
"Really!," she replied. "just give me your book and mark the pages that you are having trouble with and I'll see what I can do."