08~ We've Got A Problem.

Listening to the lecture in finance class, I take notes on my laptop while my recorder records my professor’s words. It’s important I don’t let my thoughts slip thinking about Mr Kimber nor Mr Ramirez. I don’t need any man disrupting my education. I have to stay on track.

I graduate with my Bachelor’s degree in Computer Science in June. Immediately I began the MBA program in the fall. Glancing at my watch, I realize I have three more classes to go, then I’m done for the day.

“Delilah!"

Walking toward my red Honda Accord Coupe, I glance over my shoulder to see Priscilla approaching me.

I smile. “Hey Priscilla! How are you?”

“I’m good. Did you understand the lecture in Finance today?” she asked.

I pointed toward my backpack. “My recorder recorded all the gibberish. I’ll read the chapters this week before the test on Thursday.” I unlocked the driver side door.

“Let me get that for you.” Priscilla removed my backpack from my shoulder, opened the door, placing my bag on the back seat.

“Th