It was already established in my mind that in school I was a woman among a school full of immature children. Tomorrow, however, it wouldn't be just the freshman class any more. The rest of the student body would begin their first day of the new school year and that would present more challenges (and opportunities) for me.
I was snuggled up on the sofa with Donna eating popcorn and watching a movie and discussing what I should wear to school when I got a text from Freckles letting me know she just got home from work (it was 9:30 at night) and she would begin on my algebra homework immediately. I texted her back saying "good girl" then told her to pick up some nail polish for me on her way to school in the morning - something I'd let her do my nails with during lunch. Or maybe even first period.
