The Longest Hour, and how it dawned with my aircraft engineering apprenticeship in Russia

I nearly fainted with gratitude as the palm of my hand touched Miss Maidza's hands for the very first time By Nhamo Muchagumisa I knew that I was going to get an inferior grade in Mathematics if Miss Maidza continued with our class into form four. Time was running out for me, but there was nothing I could do about my predicament. The Mathematics magician had done everything in her power to destroy my passion for figures. I decided, however, not to give up the race. I knew I was not going to be the best student in the final examinations, but I had to fight for a good grade. She was equally good at calculations as she was good at embarrassing me.