“How long is this going to take you?”
I stared down at the notes Angela lent me. Then I lifted my head t look at her in panic.
“This is really weird. Did we already do this in class? Was I there?”
Angela let out an irritated sigh. “Yes, Wendy. You were there.”
“But I don’t remember any of this! I’ve never seen this formula before.”
“You were asleep for half of it, though.”
“So I just put 50 here?”
“No! Where are you even getting the 50?”
“30?”
“I told you, that’s wrong!” Angela took my notebook away from me to look at it. “Jesus, what is wrong with you? Everything you’ve written down is completely wrong.”
“Maybe you’re just a bad teacher,” I pointed out.
She glared at me. “Maybe I should just let Joy tutor you instead.”
I clasped my hands in prayer. “Please don’t. I’m so sorry.
