"I am a great believer in luck, and I find that the harder I work the more luck I have."
-- Thomas Jefferson

by my college to take a math class.  Oh… the horror.  It was Intermediate

Algebra.  I had to eat three Rolaids just so I could look at the schedule of math

classes.  Over the years, I had grown to view math in the same way as things

like cooties and the Ebola virus – avoidance at all cost!  But, I wanted to go to

college and I hadn’t taken enough math in high school… so, I was stuck.

          After two packs of Rolaids and some Imodium A-D,   I finally picked a

class – late morning, so I could sleep in.  Hey, I was a serious student!

          I still remember the first day of that class… I didn’t know whether I was

going to throw-up, pass out or start crying… but something was going to

blow.  The teacher kept saying, “And you remember this from last semester…

And you remember this from last semester…  And, of course, you remember

THIS from last semester.”  Last semester… Last semester?  What was I doing

last semester?  Oh yeah, I was sleeping.  I didn’t take any math last semester! 

Oh my GOSH!  I was supposed to take MATH last semester?!  Panic was

setting in.

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