I'm chanting Soul Coughing: loves love

Before class today I spent forty-five long, long minutes with my math tutor, the young Mr. Love. We got through eight or nine calculus problems with the help of his patient prods and pokes. What torture it must be. Lots of pencil chewing and erasing and groaning on my part. Gentle, kind pushes on his. 

We have another session Thursday eve and then Tuesday afternoon--right before my big test.

Now, I'm no math expert, but I'm thinking if I got nine out of thirty on the first of three tests that I probably have to ace the other two in order to pass the class. Mr. Love, Mr. Love. 

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