TITLE: The History of the Tie Dye Bra
GENRE: Contemporary Women's Fiction
It wasn't my fault I got the "D." What professor in their right mind schedules an accounting exam on a Friday morning at 8:00 a.m.? Everyone on campus knows Thursday is dollar beer night at Roxy's. You would think that an educator in an institution of higher learning could invoke a little wisdom.
It's so unfair. I mean, I'm great at accounting. It's my major, for heaven's sake. But Corona for a dollar? He's lucky I found my seat that morning. You'd think I could have at least gotten extra credit for my application of sound fiscal practices.
Regardless, when my advisor got wind of a "D" average in a required senior level course, she scheduled a tutoring session faster than I could say "don't forget the lime wedge." It was ridiculous; I was pulling excellent grades otherwise. If I hadn't fallen asleep during those last ten questions, I would have easily passed. In fact, if my drool hadn't smudged an entire section of the answer sheet, I'd probably be looking at a solid 'B' right now.
Unfortunately, my only shot of retaking the test was to meet with some nerdy accounting tutor and convince him I was earnestly trying to better my accounting prowess and thereby deserved a second chance and a makeup exam. So there I was, waiting for Dwight from The Office to waste my time teaching me something I already knew, when I could be watching Wheel of Fortune at the Student Center.