Falling Behind
Time to hit the nitrous.
"Thank you, ma'am." I put down the phone. Taking in a deep breath I can't believe that I was this unprepared.
"You'll have to do some catching up." Her words ranged in the back of my head.
To make matters worse I already emailed my supervisors about needing to reserve Wednesdays instead of Thursdays. I should've relied on the course offerings instead of the email the admissions office sent me. It all lined up once I finally got access to the online classroom.
Classes are reserved for Tuesdays and Thursdays.
"Well, time to get to work," I opened my laptop.
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