This summer, I began a journey to earn a college degree and to embark on a more lucrative career because this little piggy wants more money.
To start things off I took Intermediate Algebra, which is not a particularly advanced level math class but considering that the last math class I took was in 1994, it proved to be very challenging. I also took College Writing but I can do that shit in my sleep so there was considerably less drama involved.
Anyway, this math class was kicking my ass and there were many times when I contemplated walking away from the whole ordeal.
Unfortunately (or probably fortunately) the voices in my head are super mean.
“Awwwww, boo-hoo, Barbie thinks math is hard. What are you gonna do? Are you going to be a big crybaby? Are you going to cry to your mommy? Are you going to quit? Awwww, poor you…”
So instead of quitting, I spent every last waking moment logged into ALEKS.com forcing myself to learn some math while Xavier crept around the apartment trying not to make a peep and watching TV with headphones on. He made me dinner every night and encouraged me to try one more time every time I would throw down my pencil and say, “Math is stupid!” (because clearly it was the math’s fault that math was stupid)
Anyway, ten days before the midterm exam deadline, I was two modules behind in the class. This is not a good position to be in because at that point I should’ve been able to spend the next week reviewing all the material instead of scrambling just to get caught up.
I really wanted to quit.
But I still didn’t.
I buckled down, got up early and stayed up late, and went nose to the grindstone even harder so that by the day of the exam I was caught up.
Still, I was very anxious about the outcome.
So that morning, I meditated, did Tai Chi, worked some other voodoo, and went to the testing center.
And then the most amazing thing happened.
I made that test my bitch and scored a 96%!
Damn right I did.
I bet you’re wondering about the wine.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, I brought home a bottle of Carnivor Cabernet Sauvignon.
I’ve read wine reviews that use words like “leather”, but I always thought they were just making stuff up. I’ve never had any wine that tasted like leather.
You know when you walk into the Overland Sheepskin Co. and are enveloped in the delicious smell of fine leather that can only mean the cheapest thing in the store is $400?
Yeah, it’s like that.
Carnivor Cabernet Sauvignon is a super smooth wine that tastes like caramel and the smell of fine leather. It is inky black, even under the light, rich and excellent.
It’s 13.8% alcohol so pace yourself.
I haven’t always liked every Cabernet Sauvignon that I’ve tried but this one is tasty and smooth, an excellent reward for defeating the numbers. 😉