A Mid Term Mellow Drama

“One time I pretended,” a mature wisdom filled author confessed to his class while explaining fiction writing, “it all started as a dream, then after the distributed syllabus reached the entire group, the nightmare unfolded.”

Sitting there with her bachelor’s in hand, Master candidate Hairietta pondered the reason she dropped pay checks, only to add a single upward mobility academic accomplishment to her education resume.

“I make a nice salary over at the high school,” she told herself about the state university funding contribution, receiving in turn a reserved seat and obtained knowledge while attending a credited lecture performed by an aging publishing relic. Comforting her decision-making choices, including financial donations and time investment, Hairietta’s enthusiastic behavior showed the professor his influential words were still interesting, allowing the adult student a chance to think.

“Mr. Robinson,” Hairietta raised her hand, “was it the midterm reality? That created the undesirable setting, you speak of?”

Ronald Robinson getting good grades was easy, as he acted his teen age, dating the head cheerleader Nancy, who always observed the stars. After going separate directions, the collegiate freshman acquired a weekend pass, and during this hometown break from dorm room studying, Nancy peered into the stratosphere predicting, “you are ready to face an ugly circumstance, aren’t you?”

Listening Ronald Robinson sat back, forgetting his purchased textbooks across the rural landscape were relaxing alone and heard his adolescent sweetheart forecast an astrological feat. “No, Nancy, I sit here with my long neck crafted beverage, and I can honestly state I am prepared.”

“You are ready for the exams?”

“It’s only a Math class, the numbers have not changed since our prom,”

“And the chemistry? Is that working?” Nancy curiously investigated.

“Yeah, there is BS level biology, needing brewing,”

“That is nice,” Nancy grinned planning Ronald Robinson’s lowering expectation transfer strategy.

A few days later when the standardized tests commenced throughout the campus, Ronald Robinson separated himself from his supportive major career goal social strength, agreeing to enter the required elective world, accepting their quizzical problems deemed important, right now.

Confidently, confronting the push over challenge, based on memorization skills, Ronald Robinson froze and forgot his one, two, threes. Resulting in disappointing feedback ‘technically passing ‘D’’. Slashed and bloody, the freshman walked away, still a survivor, ensuring recently bought calculator batteries will be working.

“You need to get that D up to a C,” a parental ghost haunted him day and night, “what are you going to do?”

Christmas decorations lined the institutions’ mall and sitting on a bench, someone the freshman thought he saw before this one moment.

“Excuse me,” he approached the stranger, “do I know you?”

“I once gave you a tongue lashing when you cheated in a game, you were playing,”

Suddenly, memory sparked, and Ronald Robinson remembered how Nancy thought, they got away with murder, achieving the higher score.

“So, what happened to that Nancy?”

“She is studying acting at the community college,”

“And you?”

“Trying to find myself here.”

Smiling the fellow Gainesville Gopher browsed, impersonating good literature residing lonely on the shelf, “stick to your major and take the electives pass/fail.”

Heeding the advice Ronald Robinson attended commencement four years later and everybody moved their tassels announcing success, making their beneficiaries cheer.

“What happened to the lady of the night?” Hairietta asked.

“I married her,” Mr. Robinson proudly boast, “now her name is Mrs. Robinson, and she handles all my plastic cards.”

“What about Nancy?”

“She recovered from the acting bug and went into the space program.”

“Oh, she is a galactic engineer?”

“No, Hollywood publicist.”