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It sure fucking was. How the fuck was I failing Art Appreciation, I showed up.
More importantly, how fucking stupid was I?
Pride.
Damn…I might be the only person in the history of this campus who had to get a tutor for looking at pictures. I somehow squeaked out B’s and C’s in math and science and A’s in my major, so I couldn’t understand how I was sucking at this class so bad. I turned in the work. I think.
A fucking tutor.
I glanced down and realized that my appointment was in a building I had walked past a few times on the other side of campus by the Fine Arts Building in two hours.
Coach didn’t need to worry. I would never tell a soul.
They would laugh at me.
Pride…It had always been my downfall.
