essay on convocation “Problem fifteen “b”; the function of the cost times the rate, as a decimal…” the professor’s voice trailed off in my mind. For the past forty-five minutes, I had been starring at my watch, silently praying for some catastrophe to liberate me from my current setting. Math never was my favorite subject, even as early as elementary school, I showed an unmistakable dislike for it. Swiveling in my chair, I remembered …showed first 75 words of 964 total…

…showed last 75 words of 964 total…quickly checked the time on my alarm clock. “Good grief! F! ive-two!” were the only words I could say. I dragged my tired feet across the floor and landed heavily on my bed, sighing with relief. About twenty minutes later, Katherine came huffing into the room, and fell onto her bed, waking me up. We both laughed for no reason, as we often do, and she began to tell me about the ceremony. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**