Tomorrow we begin math class. I am scared, but not terribly, because how bad can it be, right? Also, I have a tutor lined up, in the building. I think he thinks he's just humoring me, and that I won't require his assistance. Little does he know. I am going to show up at his door, tears in my eyes, baked goods in hand, and he is going to explain how the letters are really numbers and add up to something I should care about.
And yes, it was a happy birthday. Onward, comrades.