Ms. Go Lucky USA and Miss. Runaway

There was no denying that shark week was upon us. My emotions were all over the place, and I wanted nothing more than to ball my eyes out like I was three months pregnant. I was sitting in the front of the classroom listening to my professor slam us with so much as we were getting closer to closing the semester. I was near a breakdown, but I am good at maintaining my image as Ms. Go Lucky USA. Plastering the important due dates in my planner in red pen, I was anxious to leave class. Every day it was getting harder to pay attention as graduation was approaching. I was receiving emails and missed my graduation meeting, to my dismay.

How convenient.

"Make sure you check your groups' bacteria and record your findings. Class dismissed."

You ain't say nothing but a word. I gladly packed my things and zoomed out of there.