1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 4


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    have the first class until tomorrow, but I bought the book – would you believe, $30 ?? – and read the syllabus. It’s about how to properly design those surveys that pollsters do, to make sure they’re not biased, and how to interpret the results. Sounds interesting.” Hannah excitedly began her turn. “Cool! I have six classes, first A.P. Science…” I cut in, “What’s A.P.?” “Advanced Placement, for us smart kids.” “We just called it ‘Honors’”. She continued, “Oh well, same difference – so I get biology this year, then Algebra I for my A.P. Math…” “I didn’t get Algebra I until ninth grade.” “Yeah, well, how long ago was that? Then…English Composition, U.S. Government, Spanish I and Choir” “I don’t think I’ve heard you sing yet.” “You don’t know what you’re missing!” “I’m pretty good myself, but outside of my car really haven’t really sung for awhile.” She whispered in her sexy voice, “It wasn’t that long ago, I remember you singing Elvis in my ear at the dance.” “Oh yes, I did! - But now for something completely different - I don’t think I’ve asked you yet – what do you want to be when you grow up?” She chuckled and replied, “Ha ha, funny. Actually, I think I’d like to be a vet. I really love animals, and I could get into the science that’s involved in the medical field. What about you?” I paused a moment to think. “Well…I’m not sure. I became a math major because I’ve always been playing with numbers, counting everything – and I think I could be good at this database stuff – but ...
    I’m not sure yet what field I’d like to be in. To tell you the truth, I’d love to work for a baseball team, but I don’t know how many jobs there are like that.” “I have confidence in you, you can find something good. So when am I going to get to see you again?” An idea popped into my head. “What time do you have lunch?” “From 11:45 to 12:30 – why?” I explained, “I don’t have any classes between 11:20 and 1, and you’re just acrossed the road – maybe we can get together during lunch? Sit out on a bench, or maybe get something together in the diner?” She sounded excited. “Wow - that sounds like a plan! What do I need to do?” “As soon as your lunch starts, head outside and acrossed the street. I’ll be waiting by the parking lot, between the two classroom buildings. It should only take you a minute or two to get there.” “Ooh, I can’t wait to see you! Mwah!” “Same here, mwah! Talk to you later.” As I entered the kitchen, Mom asked, “So what did Hannah have to say?” “We were comparing notes on our classes. She’s taking some pretty heady stuff for eighth grade.” *** Between playing baseball and hanging out with Hannah I hadn’t kept up with the Pirates as much as I was accustomed to. They were on a West Coast swing where most games were televised, and Saturday night Mom and I stayed up until after four in the morning to watch them beat the Padres in a nineteen inning nail biter. Sunday I totally missed another win as Hannah and I were occupied with more important matters than a silly ...
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