I've almost finished my first year of college. Actually, I only have three more weeks to go. I have a problem though, I might be failing out of college. If I do, my parents will be very angry at me. I am the first one in our family to go to college. So you can imagine how they feel about it.

There is one class that will hold me back this year, if I fail it. It will make my grade point average so low, that I won't be able to get back in. I don't know what I should do. All I know is if I have to quit college, my parents will be very upset.

I went to talk with my teacher. I wanted to know if maybe he could give me some work that I could do for extra credit. When I was in high school, teachers would give extra credit from time to time for people who needed it.

“Hello Stephanie.” Mr. Smith said as I walked into the classroom.

I had already made an appointment to speak with him. I wanted to ask if there was anything that I could do to pass my class. I knew that it was a long shot, but I had to do something. I couldn't fail without at least trying.

“I wanted to talk about my grade.” I said to him.

“Yes, you aren't doing so good.” He said.

He moved his head down and looked through a stack of papers. Every few seconds he would lift up his head and look at me. I don't know what he was looking for, but all I knew was it got on my nervous. He would run his fingers through his grey beard and mumble too. That was really weird.

“It looks like you will fail the class.” Mr. Smith said as he looked up from the stack of papers.

“Is there anything I can do so I don't fail?” I asked.

Mr. Smith paused as if he was looking through the papers again. He continued to mumble, but I didn't even try to figure out what he was saying. I noticed that he must have been trying to find something in one of his desk drawers. Because he kept moving around.

“I think there is some extra credit work you can do.” He said while looking up at me.

“That is great.” I said relieved.

It felt like the weight of the world was now lifted off of my shoulders. I was so happy, that I could have kissed him. Now, I didn't have to worry about my parents finding out about me failing.

“Take a look at this and tell if you would like to do this for extra credit.” He said pointing at a piece of paper.

I couldn't read the paper, because I was on the other side of the desk. It looked upside down to me. So, I walked around and stood behind him so I could read it.

“Okay, take a look at this.” Mr. Smith said as he pushed his chair away from his desk.

“Mr. Smith!” I said as I looked down.

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It was one of those days where I done nothing but sit around. I tried watching television, but nothing was on that interested me. I tried listening to the radio, but the out come was the same. It was lunch time and my stomach was telling me so. I didn't eat much for breakfast, I'm not much of a breakfast person. I eat some toast or something small, but that is about it. I can't stand to eat when I wake up.

There is a restaurant down the road that I like to go to. They have all kinds of specials that are really cheap. My favorite special is the bowl of chili and a drink for only two dollars. I think that is a really good deal, you can't get anything cheaper than that around here. Not only is it cheap, but it is good chili too. I have been going to this place for a few years and I have never gotten a bad meal. This is going to sound bad, but sometimes I get their food and take it home. Especially if I have company over. I've had company tell me that my cooking was the best they have eaten in a long time. What they didn't know was, it was from the restaurant down the road.

I decided to walk down there and get a bowl of chili. I had nothing better to do and I was hungry. I usually walk down, so I can get some exercise. That way I can work off my meal by the time I come home. I don't know if I burn that many calories, but I tell myself that so I don't feel bad for eating restaurant food. Sometimes I like to go over board and get the fried chicken. It isn't one of the two dollar specials, but it is really good. I love to lick the grease off of my fingers while I eat the chicken. That is my idea of of a great meal!

I waited at the counter until they gave me my food. They don't have waitresses at this place, you have to wait at the counter until your food is ready. That is probably why it is so cheap, they don't have to pay people to bring you your food. I don't mind though, I like their food and I like saving money. I could go to these other places, but they charge more and the food isn't half as good. I also like going to a place where the workers know me. I like it when people know how I like my food. It might sound stupid, but that means a lot to me.

Sometimes when I eat at a restaurant, I like to sit near the window while I eat. I like to look outside at the cars and the people that pass by.

I have always been like that, I also like to read the newspaper while I eat. But, that can get messy depending on what you are eating. Not something I like to do while I'm eating their famous fried chicken. I would get that great tasting grease all over the paper and not in my gut!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked like my ex-boyfriend. I about pissed my pants when I realized it was him. I don't have anything against Eric, I really don't. The problem is, he broke my heart. I don't even understand what happened, he broke up with me.

He said that I was nagging him too much about stuff. That might have been true, but he could have told me to shut the fuck up or something. No need to break up with me over that. Especially thinking that we were together for almost two years. I don't think a two year relationship is something that you throw out over night. Not me, but I haven't argued with him since he wanted to break up. In fact, I haven't said one thing to him. We have been broken up for almost three months now. I still think about Eric, every day I do. It is hard to forget about someone who played such a big part of my life.

I've spent a lot of time crying over Eric. Probably too much time if you get right down to it. I still love him, I know that for a fact. I think about him every night while I'm laying in bed. I think back to how he used to cuddle me while we were in bed. He always liked to cuddle, there wasn't a night that went by that we didn't cuddle. I especially liked it in the winter time. I liked how he would keep me warm on those cold nights. But, all of that was gone now. The bed is lonely with just me in it, but I have survived. Maybe not to the best of my ability, but I have survived none the less.

I was kind of hoping that Eric wouldn't see me. That or maybe he would get his food to go. But, no such luck, he saw me and he got his order for here. I got butterflies in my stomach right away. He didn't have any expression on his face when he saw me. He didn't look happy or sad. If anything, he just looked really hungry. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, since we were in a restaurant.

“Mind if I sit down here?” Eric asked with his tray in hand.

I wasn't going to tell him no, that would make me look bitchy. After all, that is why he broke up with me. Though, I really didn't know what to say to him. I mean, we have been away from each other for almost three months.

“Sure,” I said as I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

Eric looked at me a few times and looked down at his food. I found it strange that he didn't even touch his food. He acted like he was thinking, about what I didn't know. I felt like I had so much to say to him, so many things on my mind.

But, I didn't know what to say. I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to appear to be weak. I don't want to give him or anyone else the upper hand when it comes to my emotional stability. But, even all that was just a lie to myself. He was everything to my emotional stability, he was my rock, my anchor.

Everything that I needed out of life I got out of him. In return, all I was, was a bitch. I guess that is how he views me.

“How have you been lately?” Eric asked as he raised his sandwich near his mouth.

“I'm alive,” I said trying to hold back my tears.

I didn't really know what else to say. It was good to see him, I could tell him that. It was also nice to hear his voice, I've missed the sound of his voice. I've also missed the smell of his cologne and the scent of his aftershave. All the things that made him a man, I miss those things. He excited every sense that I had and then some.

“What have you been up to?” I asked.

“I've got this really neat job. I fly hot air balloons.” Eric said with a mouthful of sandwich.

It hurt me to see him have any kind of excitement. He told me this with great happiness, that made me feel angry. Here I am feeling like shit and he's able to feel good. That doesn't seem fair, but nothing in life seems fair. I only wished that I had the ability to roll stuff off my back the way he does. But, maybe he was really hurting inside. He might have been holding it back, men are like that. Some men won't shed a tear around a woman for fear of being thought of as being weak.

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“Fuck!” I yelled as I fell down.

It was the first snow of the year and I was wearing high heels. How lucky was I? I wish I had watched the weather report this morning. All of the sidewalks were covered with snow.

“What is wrong?” I heard a man ask in a Mexican accent.

“I fell down.” I replied.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I don't know.” I asked.

“Your foot looks turned.” He said while looking at my foot.

“Fucking shit! I must have sprained my ankle.” I said looking down at my leg.

“I better call 9-11 for you.” He said as he took out his cell phone.

I didn't fight him, I knew he should call them. Though, if he wasn't there, I would have laid there for a few minutes before calling 9-11. I am the type that hates doctors and will do anything to avoid seeing them.

“They are asking if you are having any other problems?” The man asked as he talked on the phone.

“No, just my leg.” I said looking up at him.

“Okay. I will tell then that.” He told me.

He looked like the typical Mexican. He had a thin mustache and black hair. I have always found Mexican men to be interesting. Not really attractive, but interesting. Like maybe he should be riding a donkey through town while selling tacos. That might sound a little racist, but I don't mean it that way. I love their accents and their food. I think it is neat to hear them talk.

“They said they will be here in a few minutes.” The man said as he hung up his phone.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Would you like me to wait with you?” He asked.

This was probably one of the nicest strangers that I have ever met. The idea that he would wait in the cold with me, made me feel good. It made me feel good because most people aren't like that. I like meeting good honest people. Though, he could have been a nice guy who is a serial killer too. I mean, maybe he was being nice so he could hurt me. I know I shouldn't be thinking that way. I have been watching too many cops shows.

“I will be fine thank you. Thanks for everything that you have done.” I said looking up to him.

“Actually they are coming now.” He said as he pointed at the ambulance.

The ambulance pulled up next to me and two men got out.

“What is the problem?” One of the men asked.

“I fell down and I hurt myself.” I said.

“I am going to go now. I hope you get well soon.” The Mexican guy said.

“Thank you again for all of your help.” I said as he left.

“I fell down and I hurt my leg. I don't know if it is my leg or my ankle.” I said pointing at my leg with my finger.

They decided that they would put me on a stretcher and get me inside the ambulance. That way they could look at my leg and not have the cold snow blow in their faces.

“Looks like it could be a sprain.” The one man said.

“That is what I was thinking.” I said.

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A few weeks ago I met this really nice lady. I met her at a local gay bar. She had such an interesting pair of eyes, that I had to talk to her. I'm the kind of woman who notices small things like that. Eyes really turn me on. The eyes are what tells the world what you are thinking. You can't deny what you are thinking. You can tell if a person is happy, sad, or boiling pissed off. I walked up and offered to buy her a drink. She said that she was only having one drink, but would take me up on the offer if she wanted a soda pop later on. That took me a little by surprise. I've always wanted a principled lady in my life. I know that I'm far from being principled. I'm the wild type, I like to live on the edge. Carla only had one drink, I had at least six or more. I stopped counting after six. The more I drank, the more I talked to Carla. She is an interesting lady.

I learned that night that Carla had a pretty fat pocket book, so to speak. She didn't come right out and say she was rich, but I could tell. I could tell by the way she talked about money and the kind of house she claimed to live in. Carla gave me her phone number and I told her that I would give her a call. I wasn't about to try to get her to call me. I never have any luck with chicks like her. They say they will call, but they never do. One night I was feeling kind of lonely, so I decided to give her a call. We talked for about an hour and she seemed really nice. Carla is a real deep thinker. I never thought she would have been. I don't know why I felt that way, I just did.

A week or so went by since the day we met. We still talked on the phone, but I hadn't seen her since. Carla asked if I would like to go out for dinner. I told her that I would love to. She took me out to a real fancy place. This place had table clothes and all of that. Way out of my price range. The food was good and so was Carla's company. I think she was interested in my wild lifestyle. I'm not too wild, don't think I am. To a rich woman who does nothing but work, I am pretty wild. I like to drink some booze every now and then and I eat my fair share of pussy. Nothing wrong with that I guess. I mean, you only have one life to live. If I had shit loads of money, I might spend all day counting it too. But, I'm a hard working person who likes to let her hair down from time to time. I pay my taxes and all that shit. I deserve a little fun every now and then.

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