Jun 06, 2008 18:36
Who: Eva OT Anyone
Where: Weatherly Park
When: Friday afternoon
Eva had stopped crying a few blocks ago. Nothing was working out for her. Absolutely nothing. She'd found out that she was earning a C or lower in most of her classes, her roommate still hadn't returned, and her savings were dwindling. She went to the police force, and a bunch of out of shape officers laughed her out of the building.
She wasn't going to give up. She'd find herself a job, and she would just... study harder. Chemistry, Math and Art were killing her. The worst grade was art. Why did she need an art class to be a vet? It was just a survey of art, but she had a D in it so far. Inorganic and Calc were a C. She needed a tutor, and a job.
It was nothing to cry over. If she was going to dwell on things, she should just go back to Iowa. Eva took a seat, and realized that she had to calm down if she was going to get anything done.
location: weatherly park,
eva,
stephan