It was the day before I had a massive Roman Civilization exam.
It was already late and I hadn’t gotten the chance to study for it yet. The flashcards were made but my knowledge of the material was scarce. “Weren’t we supposed to study for Roman Civ tonight?” She said. “Unfortunately, yea,” I replied. “When is the exam again?” She asked. “Tomorrow at 5:30 pm,” I responded with a sigh.
I truly struggled to get those few words out.
The look on her face, I could never forget it. “Alright, might as well just get this nightmare over with,” she stated. I began to protest. She shut me down immediately. No way in hell would she let me get out of studying for an exam.
My satisfaction would likely kill her.
What proceeded next was hours upon hours of rigorous studying. Memorization of specific people, places, and events that took place during a certain time period was required. There was a jaw-dropping 70 flashcards in total.
The sun had almost begun to rise that next morning when we finished working. The goal had been achieved. I had memorized each and every flashcard back to front.
I blew the doors off that test the next day. Immediately after I called her to tell her how it went and how satisfied I was. Gratitude was the overwhelming emotion I felt on that walk back from class. She had stayed up all night for me.
What a lucky man I was.
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