I learn that I will have to take a math class in order to complete my graduate English degree. Having not taken math in nearly a decade, I am nervous and unhappy. I show up to the class a litle after 5 a.m. so I'll have time to go upstairs for some breakfast first; the class is from 7:30 to 8:30. The teacher is one of my old high school math teachers. When I arrive, he says, "Well, most of you are here already, so I thought we'd just start the class now and go till 8:30." I am horrified. I ask if I can go to the bathroom, then head upstairs to try to get some quick breakfast, but I realize I left my wallet in the classroom.