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Solid As A Rock.

On Sunday night I was frustrated in a maniacal sort of way. Being thisclose to the end of the semester, I am sensing a feeling of impending accomplishment while at the same time wondering if I can muster the last gasp of breath necessary to get the job done.

Feeling hopelessly lost in a sea of numbers with a text book that might as well have been written in a foreign language I’ve never seen, I tried to make myself feel better by slamming every door in the house. I told Earl that I am not an engineer, I will never be a civil engineer and I might as well practice adding “would you like fries with that” to every question because that’s what I was obviously slated to do in life until I was old enough to be a Wal*Mart (“Always White Trash, Always”) greeter.

They say opposites attract. The world could literally be crumbling around Earl and there he would be, standing solid as a rock, making sense of it all and valiantly putting the pieces back together. I on the other hand would be screaming about the whole thing and slamming the doors shut on Armageddon, declaring I wasn’t in the mood for the end of the world, thank you very much.

In the end, he talked some sense in my head and I went and finished the math assignment the best that I could. For the most part it has been a grand week at school and at work.

Good thing he’s as solid as a rock. I’d be listening to people yell into the drive-thru speaker if it wasn’t for him.

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  1. Thank God for Earl. I don’t think i could take a family member working at Walmart. Big K yes Walmart please say it ain’t so……… You can do it. Your doing it everyday. I’m proud of you for starting school at this time in your life. Keep up the good work!!

  2. You sounded like you had a slight case of the grumps Sunday night. I figured it was school work. Good thing Earl was there to peel you off the ceiling. Isn’t it great being a student? Ahhh, the stress of it all. Speaking of that, I’m off to school. Repeating chemistry that I “learned” 20 years ago..Steve Schafer where are you now???????

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