Not only had my friendship with Kamiko gone off the rails, but my grades were falling into the crapper as well. On the plus side, Oil Painting was most likely an A. Professor Cogdill was a great teacher, and very supportive. Check. Sociology 2, on the other hand, was looking like a solid B. Not what I wanted. My parents wouldn’t be happy about anything less than an A. Unfortunately, Professor Tutan-yawn-yawn kept putting me to sleep, no matter how hard I tried to focus. The energy drain from my two jobs wasn’t helping. History was heading toward a C. That freaked me out. I hadn’t had a C since junior high. Maybe I could pull it up to a B by the end of the quarter, but no hope of an A. Groan. Figurative Sculpting was a wild card. I needed to actually go to Bittinger’s office hours to find out exactly where I stood. I wasn’t looking forward to a friendly visit with the Bitchinger. Luckily, her office hours were not on the same day as classes. Maybe she wouldn’t be so bitchy without Hunter in the room making gaga eyes at me while ignoring her.
