I only had one lecture that day.
When the class ended, I packed my things and stepped outside, already thinking about what I would do with the rest of my afternoon.
I could have gone straight back to the dorm, but I decided against it.
I'd been searching for a part-time job for a while now.
Since I arrived at the university, I'd applied to several places. Some never responded, while others told me they would get back to me. I kept checking my email whenever I remembered, hoping to see something promising.
Money was starting to become a problem.
My mom was already doing her best, and I didn't want to keep calling her whenever I needed extra money. If I could find something that paid reasonably well and still allowed me to attend my classes, I'd be able to take care of some of my own e
