Anything For a ‘B’
by Francis Ashe
Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe
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The fourth week of classes had just ended and with it, the first round of exams. Jamie had desperately wanted to get at least a ‘B’ in all of her classes to keep her scholarship. She was interested far more in her Introduction to Sociology class though, and not only because she wanted a good recommendation from the professor. The teacher, Professor Hendricks, was young and about six inches taller than she was. He always wore slightly baggy suits, so it was hard to tell what was underneath, but from experience she could tell that he took care of himself, even if he was not particularly good at dressing.
Jamie was nineteen and had started at the University a year after most of her friends. She had always been good at school, but lost interest her last year of high school and had trouble affording the tuition. Once she managed to get a scholarship though, she had decided to make the most of it. She met her goal on all of her other exams. She got two perfect scores and one ‘B’. She had to admit the Sociology test was a little harder than the others, but that was because she spent most of her study time actually fantasizing about Professor Hendricks, and getting him out of his baggy suits.
“Jamie Goode,” he called her name to fetch her test paper. As she took it, making sure to look into his eyes for as long as she could manage without feeling awkward, she knew something was wrong. The class was small, only about thirty students, and so there was more interaction between the students and professor than in her other courses. The way he said her name and the way he looked back at her when she went to the front of the class spoke volumes. Returning to her desk, she opened the exam book and almost fainted. A sixty two! I will never be able to make this up on the final. I am going to lose this scholarship, have to leave school, and worst of all Professor Hendricks is going to think I am an absolute idiot. Her anxiety must have been plain to see, because as soon as class was dismissed, Professor Hendricks called her to the lectern as she was leaving.