After buckling down and spending the first portion of her summer break with her nose in an Algebra book, the Kid finally passed that damned math entrance exam. And now she's registered for a real math class that counts as a prerequisite for other stuff she needs for her degree instead of Math for Basketweavers which doesn't count for anything in her chosen field.
That's a load off my mind. Now we can both have some semblance of a real 'summer break' (i.e. nothing resembling school) and I can focus on writing again. Weeee.