Post-Finance Test Blues- by Violet

First of all. I'm pretty sure I did bomb it. It completely blows my mind how I can have an undergraduate major in the subject, go to every single class (except when I was in DC), take fervent notes, and still look at a question like I have never seen it before in my life. While I love math, finance still perplexes me.

Also I need to break up the monotony that is my mother's rant-filled posts. (note: should also probably tell her to censor her titles- not everyone will understand the sense of humor that comes with: "kids...can't live with em'... can't shoot 'em")

So after venting to my mom about the finance test, she proceeded to cheer me up with stories for the day. The Fullers (and our extended family *shout out to Garners and Millards*) are a family of story tellers. We practice from an early age and repeat each story so that it's better than the former tale. Even the smallest of the clan, can dance-sing-and entertain for the masses.

But I digress. The cheer up stories: First of all, I have to begin her story with one of my own. Last night I was up at the business school studying for finance till 4 (don't worry I am not complaining again) And apparently one of the guys in the break out rooms said there was a BAT in the 3rd floor business school hall way. I figured he was just crying wolf, and dismissed it once heard.

So then my mom started telling this outrageous story- filled with motions and energetic facial expressions - about walking into her office today (in the bottom floor of the business building) amidst a commotion of Baylor girls semi-waving and semi-pointing at her. So of course she waved back. Immediately to find out that they were pointing at a bat that was falling from the ceiling. She didn't realized this until her co-worker came to tell her that a bat was hanging out half-dead outside her office. So- because she's one tough woman- she didn't squeal or yelp, she threw a box over it and started to formulate what kind of tale she was going to tell her daughter.

Definitely put me in a better mood. Especially because I was able to entertain her back with combining our stories into a business school bat consipiracy. (not that the business school is unclean in any way). Except maybe select undergrads within it.

So clearly I had to gain more information to add to my story. Just not good enough yet.

So I texted the student who had seen the bats the night before, to tell him that I finally believed he wasn't hallucinating. Once I conceded, I asked him how the bat got from the third floor of Cashion to the basement of Hankamer. To which he replied..." I have no idea. Might have used the elevator."

The End.