Heather slapped a math book shut. “Finally,” she said. “If I read another sentence with more numbers than letters I’m going to scream.”
Larisa shook her head. “Not certain why you cracked that book open at all—today is Friday, and school ended four hours ago.”
“Because on Monday, we have an exam. You do know that, right?”
“Of course, but we’ve all weekend to study.”
Heather chuckled, placed a highlighter atop the book, and slid them aside.
“What so funny?”
“Just how students believe—on Friday—Monday’s so far away.”
Larisa rolled her eyes, picked up her mobile, and scrolled through a screen. “Spare me the lecture, Heather, I’ll start my studies sometime Saturday. I’ve got all day.”
Heather nodded. “Okay, but will that be before or after your Aunt and Uncle’s anniversary extravaganza?” She watched her friend slap a hand over a gaped mouth and freeze. “Just a question. I know you’d been looking forward to a day of music, dancing—”
“Out of town relatives, food—the whole nine yards because Aunt Denise and Uncle James are the coolest not-so-young people on earth.”
“Agreed,” Heather said. “But what about math studies.”
Larisa shrugged. “May have to wait ‘til Sunday.”
Heather eyebrows elevated.
“Why do you make that face? Do I have a Sunday all-day event I’ve forgotten about?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Well, guess that settles things: I’ll start my studies Sunday.” She heard a snicker. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Just say it.”
“Well, you say ‘Start my studies Sunday’ as though you hadn’t reviewed it all week.”
Larisa half-turned away, peered at her phone. “I’m about to order us a pizza.”
“You have been reviewing the chapters throughout the week, right?”
“Would your mom pick it up for us or should I just have it delivered?”
Heather dropped her face in her hands. “Oh my gosh, Larisa, you haven’t reviewed a thing…”
“I’ve had a long week, okay, and math isn’t my favorite subject.”
“If you’re unmotivated because you’re bogged down by other subjects or because you have a history of struggling with this subject, that’s all the more reason to reach-out for help.”
Larisa sighed. “I know, but—?”
“But what? I’m never too busy to help a friend. But if by some haphazard I am busy we can always schedule a time when I can link-up.” She watched her friend smile.
“Thanks, Heather, that means a lot.”