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Hello my friends! Take a look at this excerpt from my new book.

"I knew that in order to get into college, I would have to either do better than I ever had on any math test or post perfect scores in all the other areas. I tried to study but the numbers slipped away from me faster than I could manipulate them.

Without a multiplication table to look at during the SAT, I didn’t stand a chance. I knew my fives and tens but that was it. Sometimes I panicked and mixed up the fives. Geometric diagrams were nightmare networks of lines that didn’t add up to recognizable shapes. Story problems were a special torture in which even if I diligently wrote down each person who got on or off the bus, the right number of people never arrived in Omaha.

Math was the first part of the SAT exam. I labored over a few problems but my chest was so tight I could hardly breathe. I knew if I kept at it, the math would choke me until my heart barely had room to beat. I’d end up dizzy and sweaty and people would notice.

When I felt the first wash of extra saliva flow into my mouth, I knew it was time to quit. Any more math and I would throw up. I zipped through the rest of the problems, guessing every answer. The test proctor caught me looking out the window so I went back and pretended to check my work. I couldn’t afford to get myself into a dither. I had to be ready to ace the writing test."
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Read the first three chapters of Miles to Go here (is there no way to hyperlink to text?) http://milestogob...press.com/. THANK YOU!

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2/6/12
That seems to be a very exciting and engrossing story. I'm at the college library right now, with chores to do, but I'll read the rest of it later. Thanks for posting the link for us. - jus'

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Thanks here, too, for sharing this with us, sarafaction, I'll look forward to reading this:)