two
finals were coming up this week and I needed to do all I could to make sure I
was prepared for them. After all, if I couldn’t pass my basic Bio and Chem
classes, I could say goodbye to the dream of going to vet school.
As luck would have it, I had back-to-back tests on
Friday. One from 12:30 PM to 3:00 PM, the other from 3:30 PM to 6:00 PM. I made
a mental note to call Mike and let him know I couldn’t come in until around
7:00 PM this Friday night. But damn, Friday was going to be a brutal day. I lay
there in bed, trying to plan out a study schedule for the week ahead, but
realized I might as well get up and get to it. There surely was no time to be
wasted.
I felt pretty good about my Chemistry final; I’d
received good grades on the first couple of quizzes and the midterm. It was Bio
that I was worried about; this was the class I was always having to leave early
to get to work. My grades were OK, but not stellar. I’d have to do well on this
final if I wanted to boost them up to the appropriate level.
Within an hour of getting up, I was sitting down on
the couch in the living room, my bio books, notes, and lab reports spread out
across the coffee table in seeming disarray. But there was a method to my madness.
My plan was to read through all my lecture notes in chronological order, go
through textbooks if there were any points that were unclear, and then focus on
questions I missed on earlier exams.
***
Colton
I woke up right outside of Amarillo, TX. Garrett was
driving, while I had been dozing in the front seat, Tyson doing the same in the
back. It was around 10 AM and the sun was blazing. Truth be told, I don’t know
how I even managed to sleep this late. I felt a bit groggy, but there was
something nice about being back in Texas.
I looked over at the dash and saw we were low on
gas.
“Hey, next gas station, you wanna pull over and fill
up? Give me a chance to drive,” I said to Garrett, adjusting myself so that I
was now sitting straight up in the passenger seat.
“Sounds good to me. I’m looking to get some
breakfast, too. I’ve only had a coffee this morning and I’m close to starving.”
“Well, we’re near Amarillo, should be some place
around here.”
“Right.”
About thirty minutes later we came across a spot
that looked suitable to our needs. Garrett pulled into the small, dingy diner
and I turned around to shake Tyson awake.
“I’m up, I’m up dammit,” said Tyson groggily,
struggling to open his eyes in the brightness of the Texas sun. “We’re here
already?”
“No, we’re in Texas you dumbass,” said Garrett.
“Yeah, we’ve still got about eleven or so hours to
go, buddy,” I said, stepping out of the truck and onto the pavement of the
parking lot.
Tyson and I walked into the diner while Garrett went
over to a nearby gas station, telling us to order him an omelet in his absence.
I thought momentarily about texting Cat, just a small “hey, how are you?”
Part of me thought that there was no need to bother
her with something petty like that. But the truth was I liked having any
connection with her, no matter how small or insignificant. It was nice knowing
she was still there on the other side. I decided to send a text her way. It
would give me something to look forward to as we drove the long stretches of
highway the rest of the day.
***
Catherine
I got a text from Colt just before 11 AM. They were
apparently in Texas, grabbing a quick breakfast before heading out on the rest
of their trip. It looked like they would make it to Vegas in time to spend some
time out at the card tables that night. Though I wondered what the merits were
of playing cards on so little sleep after a twenty-two hour trip. They were
likely to be dead-tired, and it seemed to me that was a pretty good way to lose
a lot of money real quick.
I kept that thought to myself though, not wanting to
sound like some overly-concerned, nagging girlfriend. Besides, I knew
finals were coming up this week and I needed to do all I could to make sure I
was prepared for them. After all, if I couldn’t pass my basic Bio and Chem
classes, I could say goodbye to the dream of going to vet school.
As luck would have it, I had back-to-back tests on
Friday. One from 12:30 PM to 3:00 PM, the other from 3:30 PM to 6:00 PM. I made
a mental note to call Mike and let him know I couldn’t come in until around
7:00 PM this Friday night. But damn, Friday was going to be a brutal day. I lay
there in bed, trying to plan out a study schedule for the week ahead, but
realized I might as well get up and get to it. There surely was no time to be
wasted.
I felt pretty good about my Chemistry final; I’d
received good grades on the first couple of quizzes and the midterm. It was Bio
that I was worried about; this was the class I was always having to leave early
to get to work. My grades were OK, but not stellar. I’d have to do well on this
final if I wanted to boost them up to the appropriate level.
Within an hour of getting up, I was sitting down on
the couch in the living room, my bio books, notes, and lab reports spread out
across the coffee table in seeming disarray. But there was a method to my madness.
My plan was to read through all my lecture notes in chronological order, go
through textbooks if there were any points that were unclear, and then focus on
questions I missed on earlier exams.
***
Colton
I woke up right outside of Amarillo, TX. Garrett was
driving, while I had been dozing in the front seat, Tyson doing the same in the
back. It was around 10 AM and the sun was blazing. Truth be told, I don’t know
how I even managed to sleep this late. I felt a bit groggy, but there was
something nice about being back in Texas.
I looked over at the dash and saw we were low on
gas.
“Hey, next gas station, you wanna pull over and fill
up? Give me a chance to drive,” I said to Garrett, adjusting myself so that I
was now sitting straight up in the passenger seat.
“Sounds good to me. I’m looking to get some
breakfast, too. I’ve only had a coffee this morning and I’m close to starving.”
“Well, we’re near Amarillo, should be some place
around here.”
“Right.”
About thirty minutes later we came across a spot
that looked suitable to our needs. Garrett pulled into the small, dingy diner
and I turned around to shake Tyson awake.
“I’m up, I’m up dammit,” said Tyson groggily,
struggling to open his eyes in the brightness of the Texas sun. “We’re here
already?”
“No, we’re in Texas you dumbass,” said Garrett.
“Yeah, we’ve still got about eleven or so hours to
go, buddy,” I said, stepping out of the truck and onto the pavement of the
parking lot.
Tyson and I walked into the diner while Garrett went
over to a nearby gas station, telling us to order him an omelet in his absence.
I thought momentarily about texting Cat, just a small “hey, how are you?”
Part of me thought that there was no need to bother
her with something petty like that. But the truth was I liked having any
connection with her, no matter how small or insignificant. It was nice knowing
she was still there on the other side. I decided to send a text her way. It
would give me something to look forward to as we drove the long stretches of
highway the rest of the day.
***
Catherine
I got a text from Colt just before 11 AM. They were
apparently in Texas, grabbing a quick breakfast before heading out on the rest
of their trip. It looked like they would make it to Vegas in time to spend some
time out at the card tables that night. Though I wondered what the merits were
of playing cards on so little sleep after a twenty-two hour trip. They were
likely to be dead-tired, and it seemed to me that was a pretty good way to lose
a lot of money real quick.
I kept that thought to myself though, not wanting to
sound like some overly-concerned, nagging girlfriend. Besides, I knew
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