799. She looked at her watch. She sighed. Almost eight hours to go. She was in a NYC training class. Years ago, she'd flunked a class that involved using punch cards. Years later, she'd flunked a statistics class. Her current class involved numbers, formulas, rules and exceptions, and a proprietary software system. She was the only one in her class who didn't "get it." Her classmates had taken to the curriculum like ducks to water; she was the class rock. Her teacher's curt responses to her questions early on had caused her to simply stop asking questions. Her midterm score was 35 percent. The final was a week away. She was sure that she would score about 35 percent again. Failing the final would mean that she wouldn't get hired. But she couldn't wait to take the final, because failing would also mean that she wouldn't have to attend class anymore. 4.0