..without more information and based on other stories like this, would be that Nadine is a sadistic bitch..." (Jezzi Bell Stewart, 2004)I can assure y...u that I am not; as I hope you will be able to discernfrom the following narrative, a 'sadistic bitch'. Understand of coursethat that does not mean that I am not a complete and total bitch attimes, just not a sadistic one. I knew that if I allowed Allie to tellhis story from the beginning he would slant it in such a way that hewould be perceived. Pat, a beaming smile on her face, was standing there all fresh andbeautiful in her morning outfit of jeans and T-shirt. Behind herConchita wearing a similar to mine grey dress without the apron wascarrying many parcels of various cleaning materials.I gave a small curtsey and smiled back. I spoke in Spanish, "Buenos diasSe?orita Torres, buenos dias Conchita!"Pat was surprised with my Spanish as she answered happily, "HolaCrissie, que tal?"Then she added in English, "Good girl Crissie, you must. And then, mid-sentence almost, it was ‘come on, another hundred’ and off she would go, and I’d follow. We had completed, I think, 6 sets of 100 when we looked up and realised that the last people other than ourselves were heading for the changing area, though there was still ten minutes left of the hour. Fancy a race? Em asked No. thanks! I replied, honestly. You’re not chicken are you? You’re in good shape, were always miles quicker than me and if you feel out of touch, then it may be no. But various complications, plus figuring out other logistics like the meal plan, and financial aid implications scared them off. I think they will press for it again for the fall semester, though. They want to slot me into a regular student program."Financial aid, huh? Actually, how did that work out?" his father asked with a great deal of interest. The state university had very reasonable tuition for residents, being partly subsidized with taxpayer money, but with books and lab fees, it was.