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Math! - Chapter 8

So even with the knowledge of his home and the after school time with Mr. X, I still wasn't getting enough time with him.
Luckily for me, the stars saw fit to find a way to make us come together.
Math, you see I was never great with numbers, I was more of an artistic kid who focused on the imagination... numbers were outside of my wheelhouse.
After school one day I was talking to Mr. X and told him I was going to have to spend more time on math since it was the one class I was failing.. then all of a sudden, he says to me..
"You know I'm a math tutor right?"
OMG OMG OMG.
No.. I didn't know, but how can we make this happen.. how soon and where do we meet?
All of these thoughts were running through my head.

This was it, this was the big break I needed, something outside of what we are doing at the school to get to know him better.
He says he could just teach me at the end of the day after school but he thought it might be against some policies, so he says he would rather do it off campus.
He then tells me he would do it for 30 dollars a session, a couple of hours.
I beg my mom and she agrees to do it once a week starting out to see how it helps me.

Once I tell him my mom has agreed to it, the date is set, the very next week... get this.. AT HIS PLACE!
OMG!
Math has brought us together!

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