Studying
I’d gotten a 62 on the first Chemistry test, and I’ll be damned if I was going to do that bad again. I’d gotten all A’s in high school, and here I was, failing a freshman course. Julie, you do pretty well in chemistry, right? I typed into the IM window. Yes. Want to help me study? Sure, right now? Yeah, I guess, I’m not making much headway here. Come on over. I packed up my stuff, and grabbed my backpack, heading out the door. The crisp Northern New York air hit me hard, and I wished immediately, that I’d grabbed my coat. Too lazy to go back, I hurried on and walked into her building. “Come on in,” a muffled voice called as I knocked on the door. I opened it to find Julie …