I think I’m going to make it through the semester. I’m not so sure if my mother is.
Don’t get me wrong,she’s in good spirits and in good health; however, she may murder one or all of her students if they don’t start proofreading their papers. At this moment, I am in my room cowering with a cup of coffee. I want to go into the living room, but to do that, I would have to pass her office. Judging from her growls of exasperation, she’s getting impatient with the freshman comp essays. I resorted to making myself a cup of instant coffee with hot water from the bathroom, swirled in a cup. I keep instant coffee in my backpack, because you never know when you’ll need it. When I packed , I imagined that I would need it during an extra long study session at the library when I wouldn’t have a chance to dash out, or perhaps when Helena’s terrible driving landed us in the land that time forgot. I never suspected that it would be trapped in my own room by students who apparently have not learned how to use the spell and grammar check function on their computer.