The Professor: A Fictional Narrative

The article “The (Mis) Education of Monica and Karen” illustrated the lives of these two women in their first year at a Midwestern University. Monica and Karen both grew up in the same small struggling mid-western town. Monica was from a working-class family and she worked a full-time job so that she could afford in state student fees so that she would

Girroir and the girls out so they would not get wet; from the look on their faces I knew it wasn’t good. I parked the car and opened my umbrella I felt the sloshing of the water beneath my feet with each step. I sat in the waiting room, anticipating the moment when they would come out of Mr. Girroir’s room. I saw Mrs. Girroir first; she had a blank expression on her face. No tears, only shock. I could hear Annabelle and Helens whimpers down the hall. I knew he was gone, what a day to die.

Obviously Audrey had accomplished what she wanted to at the University of Utah, but she had put herself through two solid years of full tuition by working as a day-care provider for four dollars and seventy-five cents an hour. While she had to juggle a job and numerous classes, adding up to 18 credit hours, she had

I didn't have enough for books, or for food, or for the rest of it. So I was mentally prepared to work. As a student at Oakwood, I worked for the school as a security officer on campus, $3.25 an hour. And I did about 38-40 hours per week, it still wasn't enough to take care of all the financial obligations. So I had a job off-campus where I worked another 40 hours per week. And I was able to take care of myself. And in 1990-- when I got a scholarship to UAH-- even though I had a scholarship, I still had to work. I worked 60 hours per week. And there were times when you could only have one meal per day. But this was just a road to the destination that I wanted to go to, and that was to finish college. You follow what I'm saying? Even though it was financially challenging, you couldn't go and buy a new car. You had to fix up your whole car. And many times in the winter, when the car wouldn't start, you had to walk to school. It was very challenging. But the whole idea was the goal, the destination, was to finish college. And being able to do this, now I can tell my 13-year-old daughter, I will not accept an excuse for you. Because it can be done. And if you work hard, you will get to where you want to go”. This story tell you that your current situation can’t determines who or where you will be. This documentary show me that the issue that is a

Boudreaux stood gazing out a large window that faced the slow moving river. When he finally turned toward me, he was brooding, his appearance, dark and menacing. His eyes were not the soothing moss green color I adored; they were almost black, threatening… The brooding look added even more mystery, maybe even a little hint of the danger I remembered from when I had first met him. I disliked him immensely back then. His blonde mane was untidy. It had grown to a little below his shoulders, but still looked as if it had been hacked off with a dull axe. The humidity of the edge of summer day had it twisted into rough, almost but not quite curls. His clothes looked disheveled, as if he had slept in them for days. His face showed worry, anger, and maybe… resentment. I wondered if he knew what I had done. Was that what was bothering him?

I hope all is well. Professor Haeberle suggested I reach out to you after I spoke with him and expressed my interest in PJT. If you have any free time in the next few weeks, I would love to chat and learn more about your experience at the firm. Let me know if there is a time/date that works best for you, and I'd be happy to accommodate.

“Thomas, you mustn't swear at a lady! What would Mother think?” she said in mock

He couldn’t see her too well with the sun setting behind her, but he admired her curvaceous legs and generous chest. A number of erotic thoughts filled Charles’ mind in a matter of seconds. He filed away the sun dappled profile of the unknown woman for later fantasizing. She seemed to sense him staring at her, and stood up straight; staring at his direction. Charles met her gaze for a few seconds and that was all it took. In that mere frame of time, the sun had decided to set – with a mind of its own. He felt as if there were forces down below that caused this. From what Charles could see; raven hair; and ruby lips. His favourite. Turning quickly back to the water in sheer embarrassment, Charles feigned the notion and looked out towards lake. He let out a long sigh – wishing he could gather up the courage to just ask her out for a cup of coffee; just to have a decent conversation with another human being. Charles was desperate for a woman’s scent. He longed for the touch of a woman; the warm embrace of their welcoming chest; the touching breath on his cheek. He desired everything a woman had to offer but had unfortunately experienced very little of it. He reprimanded himself for his timidity and grimaced at his reflection below him. Upon turning his heels, intent on drinking himself to sleep for the night, Charles was confronted by the small child that was with the woman. But where was she? He felt a slight tap on his shoulder and slightly craning his neck, Charlie laid eyes on her beckoning face – making out her features for the first time. Desperate to break the awkward silence, Charlie began to open his mouth. He was about to mutter his signature, squeaky ‘hey’, right before she pressed her finger to his mouth. She rested her finger on his face for what seemed like an eternity for Charles. Strawberries, he thought. She smells like strawberries. Acting purely on instinct, Charlie opened his

She carried the empty wine bottle and glass to the kitchen sink. She washed them methodically, ensuring every last sediment was removed from both. At last, she stood in the doorway and looked at her dead husband. She believed that during the days of planning his murder - she felt more emotion than she ever felt in fourteen

lege I was so nervous that the palms of my hands were sweaty, but at the same time it was an exciting day for me to start a new chapter in my life”. David went to the University of Denver for five years. “I went to college for the studies of Latin American, but later then switched to financing”. He had lived in a dorm for the first year of college. “I couldn’t remember how my first class went but, all I could think of on my first day was, what did i get myself into”.

As I walked around Northwestern it seemed that at any minute a building could spring up and join the swaths of modern structures that lined the campus. This not only differentiated architecturally from other prestigious universities but also signaled a different way of thinking and learning at the university. At Northwestern I was blown away by the dedication to empowering the student body and encouraging learning as a community. I can think of no better example of this than The Garage. As someone who enjoys working with others, having a space to experiment and build entrepreneurial skills is somethings that I would utilize as often as I could on campus. Classroom academics at Northwestern also hold true to this mentality. I had intended to

in a long black coat, stood a man – his eyes pierced her skin as he

Raising her voice, Marlene said, “I love you, Mother, but I do expect you to keep your mouth shut. I swear I’ll see you in your grave before I allow you to cause trouble between Jerry and me. I’m warning you, leave it alone!” Although, it shocked her, Katherine failed to respond.

“Mary stop it. You’re creeping me out. Now where are my clothes? I have that huge test today. You know that. I’m late enough already.” Angela had started to quickly pull clothes out of the drawer, hoping to find one thing that belonged to her. She was stopped by a hand shooting out and grabbing her wrist.

“Good afternoon, my dear Sam. How was school?” the man who called himself Lucas Maxis said in his perfect American accent. “The same old same old.” she replied in a bored tone. She hadn’t told him of her daily trips up to the old fortress upon the hill yet, and if he thought anything was suspicious, he never brought it up. She always just told him she was hanging out with the girls from school, but that wasn’t true. She couldn’t stand any of her classmates apart from Eddy. They were so shallow, and so absorbed in their own lives that they paid her no attention, other than the occasional whisper about how ‘uncool’ she was. The only one at all who she cared at all for was the beautiful young man named Thomas Schuster, and she adored him wholeheartedly. When she was around him, her heart skipped a beat and even the pain of her past was no longer a trouble to her. He was perfect, with his short hair the colour of rich chocolate, and his dazzling blue eyes the colour of the sparkling ocean. He was perfect in every aspect to her, and whenever they passed in the halls, she felt the thing in her mind willing to break free. This emotion was new to her, something perfectly human - love. She had no shortage of contact with him either, what with him being one of Eddy’s closest friends. She had slowly been working up the courage to ask him out, but every time she tried, it stopped her. Filled her head with