Elder is approaching the end of his first year at Mizzou. And, of course, I’m counting the days until he is home.
Seven, in case you’re wondering.
A few minutes ago, I received a text from him explaining that he only had to answer five out of thirty-five questions right to maintain an “A” in one of his classes.
And I smiled. Because I remember those days. The days before finals where every student is calculating the points needed to receive the desired grade.
It’s almost a rite of passage.
I came, I studied — some, I calculated the worst score I could possibly manage and still receive a passing grade, I conquered freshman year.
Ahhh, the memories.
The Grown-Up 