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I just want to take this moment and give mention to the greatest husband ever. I love u.

I have swallowed my pride and come to the realization that I need my Bachelors degree, so I put myself back in school. But I have tried this before with other universities and it didn’t work, which is why I put my self in an art school. So far so good. Love the school and the classes are very understandable for me.

This quarter in school I have a Principals of Finance class that has been unceremoniously kicking my ass. My PF class is the worst of all because it is the mechanical side of things not the art side of things. Now I realized that my PF class was going to be challenging because I know that I do not work well with calculations, so on the second day of class I asked my teacher for extra credit. He said that he didn’t want to bother with that because he didn’t know how to hand extra credit out. (Side note I pay for this guy)

OK

Now we are five classes in and I am pulling a BIG OLD “D” on all my work. HEHEH


Please don’t think that I am not pulling my weight, I have been doing the homework and participating in class. But still after I took the quiz last night I realized that I didn’t know anything about what he was asking.


After I finish my quiz I stand up look at my teacher, and because I was the only one left (as usual) I asked him again for extra credit. This guy looks me dead in the eye and says “NO I don’t want to bother with that.”


At this point I am furious and need to excuse myself from the room in a very professional manor.
Then I run to my car turn the radio up and screen until my back hurts.
HAAAAH that is better.

This is where Manny comes in.
I get home and don’t want to talk but my husband, the hero that he is, follows me around for a while then pulls it out of me. I keep my cool for the first few seconds then go into my sniveling wine mode that I can’t stand hearing my voice in so I go straight into scream mode.
My husband is waiting for my liftoff to outer space, and yet he is lending me his ear, without getting defensive or thinking that I am yelling at him. I love U.
Then came the hand jesters, which my sister and I have mastered, and my husband has learned to avoid those things, they sometimes have a mind of their own.
We continue talking for about an hour till I have used all my energy and get tired and go to sleep.

Thanks Pollito for letting me vent at a high decibel for however long I needed to, without thinking that it was you I was coming after.
Thank you…Thank you…Thank you…