Chapter 20: Library (1/2)
After I was able to convince my parents to let me attend the party, I went back to my room and locked the door. I could not stop the grin blooming on my face and like a teenager, I began to squeal! I'm so excited! It's the first time that I would be attending a college party.
I went to open my bag and brought out the invitation Andy gave me. Should I text him tonight to confirm my attendance?
Wait, come to think of it, he gave me this because he wants to have my number. If I text him now, won't he think that I'm too eager? I mean, I'm positive that I did not interpret his words incorrectly, because if he's just plainly inviting me, he could have told me that I can just tell him later if I'm attending. It's not like we won't see each other again, considering that we have 2 subjects together and should be meeting 4 times a week in class. Aside from that, usually these RSVP should be handled by the event planner and the number indicated should also be theirs.
Anyway, I saved his cellphone number and placed the invitation in my drawer afraid to lose it. I'll just text him on Sunday.
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The next day, our professor in Math 11 class began her lecture and to my utter horror, what should be easy for me was now some alien language. I already took the subject before and passed it, but that was more than a decade ago. Math 11 which focused on geometry was not a subject I apply in my daily life, nor did I use it for my economics subjects.
I wanted to cry. If I don't focus and study, then I might get kicked out of the university and this new timeline might even become worse than my first one!
Gods, this is horrendous! I must really pay attention and review everything again.
At 8:20 am, the bell rang and we were dismissed. My blockmates invited me to hang out at the canteen before their next class, but I declined. I don't want to play cards or what not as I'm already panicking.
My blockmates all came from high school, their knowledge about Geometry was still fresh. Mine was already rusty! When it came to math, I knew that practice was important. Why have I not thought of this before? Why was it that all I ever thought of were enjoying my college life?
Anyway, I said my goodbyes to them and walked to the library. Our professor said that she left sample exams, AKA samplex, to one of the ladies handling the photocopying machines there. I need to review and practice solving equations now.
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Upon finding the woman to whom our prof left the samplex, I immediately asked her to have it photocopied for me. Luckily, there was no line and I was handed the copies after paying.