Twenty Four

It had only been the first week of the new term, and Hayleigh was already in hell.

Most days she was in the library, reading up on research material that never seemed to end. She read and read until she grew dizzy with a pounding headache, and the worst part of it all—she was getting nowhere.

For the most part, the review of related literature wasn’t so bad. Going up to random students on campus to ask them to participate in her survey wasn’t that big of a deal either. Tabulating the results? Easy. But interpreting the data? Now that was another beast entirely.

Hayleigh had gone through her notes and numerous books just to brush up on her Statistics, but try as she might, they all remained a bunch of formulas that she long forgot how to solve. It had been a full year since she took up the subject, and even prior to her fallout with Rowen, she’d been an average student at best.