Chapter 38

Maya's P.O.V.

Over the next week, you could say I suffered a minor breakdown, involving a lot of tears and a few chocolates to help ease the nerves. I tried not to over obsess about reviewing every single aspect of my exam, but I couldn't help it. No matter how much I studied, I always felt like I could do more.

So on Tuesday morning, I went to my math teacher and asked him for some extra work to do so I could practice the formulas.

On Wednesday, I spent after school in Ms. Wilson's office hours. She was one of the rare teachers that actually offered extra hours after school, and she loves it when students attended. She says that it shows they're committed. So for the hour and a half that I usually spend hanging out with my friends, I sat and analyzed A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway for the nth time.

In a metaphoric extension, the term a movable feast was used to represent a place that one has experienced and continues to hold with them for the rest of life. In a way, you could s