The feeling is here again…and it's beginning to grow like the mold on that bread in the refrigerator, and you are beginning to suffocate for lack of air that makes walking, talking, eating, sleeping and all the other non-academic activities difficult -there is a gnawing feeling that your math course is about to bite the big one. You thought you tried your best, the best you could muster at any given time. You begin to form a draft of a speech that could be used if questioned by significant others who seem to be following your career a little more closely than you really want them to. It is a half-baked speech, full of ideas that could put the situation in an more humanitarian light, even a tour-de-force of rationalization that may dazzle. But the fact remains, you are going to flunk. Prophylactically speaking, you need a B or C on the final to protect that piece of rapidly-decaying feeling from becoming a black hole, destroying all that you have learned to love and appreciate.

Destruction is but a week away, but so is salvation. The message is there, but the odds may not be in your favor if you wait another minute. Time is of the essence; so is $200. Is a sacrifice of $200 worth being vindicated for a whole semester of avoidance behavior that started the day class started….You need a tutor and you need one for a straight 8 hours of unadulterated tough-love learning: it's like studying by yourself for 40 hours but with the benefit of life-saving reinforcement. You should accept the final challenge that may just be the remedy that renews the spirit and makes that feeling of belonging again to the world happen a little more quickly and perhaps even reverse the destruction.