Try, Try Again

So, you're out in the driveway, washing the car, and you drop the sponge or rag or whatever on the ground. Most of us pick it back up, rinse off the gravel and go back to work. What if, however, you got frustrated and just left the sponge on the ground and used another one? How many times would you do this before you just gave up and went inside to check what's up on Hulu?

The suburban driveways of Western Washington are not filled with layers of dirty car wash rags and half-washed cars, so I assume that most people aren't that easily frustrated with routine chores. College for me has been the half-washed car. Logic and Algebra, including the irredeemable remedial classes, have been the car wash rags of my life: I get to the difficult parts, anywhere from a week to a month after the start of the new school year and I drop them. I pass the other classes, but since I can't get around the math requirement, I go on to things that are less demanding, like writing news releases, meeting the every-five-minute deadlines of radio news or maintaining sobriety.

It's about time I got the figurative car washed and put in whatever it takes to pass Intermediate Algebra. An authority figure at St. Martin's tells me this is the last time I'll have to take any form of algebra, if I can just pass it this semester. Oh, let's sincerely hope so.