have a precarious outcome. All of the pieces of the cell, the parts of the body, and the periodic table of elements went swirling through her consciousness, engaged in a combat of sorts, leaving pieces of misplaced information on the highway of recall.
Paulette groaned when she saw the 50-question test. She knew this was the norm for semester tests, but she was hoping it would be easier. Instead, there were multiple-choice answers with just a smidgen of misinformation, enough to trick you into the wrong answer. After the exam was finished, Paulette exited the classroom with the countenance of someone awaiting the executioner.
PJ was waiting outside the door for Paulette to exit. He finished his exam much earlier and was feeling good about his grade. He stopped grinning when he saw the tears welling in the eyes of Paulette.
"Oh, Baby, what is wrong?" he asked her.
"I just know I flunked that exam. Everything ran together, and it all became a big mess." Pauline reached for PJ and leaned on his shoulder and cried.
"Oh, I know it's not that bad," consoled PJ. "I'm sure you did better than that."
PJ patted her on the back like you would a small child, awkwardly attempting to get her to stop sobbing. The tears were unleashed now, and Paulie was having a meltdown, hiccupping and crying at the same time.
"It's going to be all right," PJ murmured. "This is not the end. You will do better than you think."
Paulette slowly downgraded to weeping as she removed her head from PJ's shoulder and returned to the present.
"What's the next exam?" she asked, for, at the present, she was too sorrowful to remember.
PJ answered, "We have only one exam a day, tomorrow is English. There is no exam for swimming, and then we have Psychology, we have no Lab exam. On Friday, we have the Art Exam, and then we get to go on Fall Break."
Paulette smiled a real smile when he said "Fall Break."
"That's what I was hoping for," remarked PJ, "my girl is back with her beautiful smile."
"Why don't we pick up our suits and head to the indoor pool for some exercise?" suggested Paulie. "I think a dip will help my concentration and ease my anxieties."
"I like that," agreed PJ. "We can go from the pool to the meeting at Wesley and afterward split a pizza, you think?"
Paulette agreed. PJ started his moped and Paulette climbed onboard. Off they ran to the dorms for their swim gear, and then over across campus to the indoor heated pool. Each walked into the separate changing rooms and appeared through the opposite side by the sidewalk surrounding the heated pool. Paulette had dunked her hair under the shower to rinse the hair products off her hair so she wouldn't contaminate the pool. She was smoothing her hair into a low ponytail when PJ approached her at the poolside. He, too, had dunked his head, although his hair was still braided compactly in his plait.
PJ looked to Paulette and said, "Race?"
Paulette nodded, and they both dove neatly into the water, swimming quickly in hopes of reaching the other side first.
PJ was first to emerge from the water and tap the side of the Olympic sized pool. Paulette came up out of the water like a sprite, droplets falling from her shoulders and hair. She wiped the water from her eyes and said, "You had the jump because you knew we were going to race."
PJ laughed and said, "Okay, best of three laps. Let's race to the end, touch, back, touch, and then to the other side AND out of the water onto the sidewalk."
Paulette said, "On the count of three, 1, 2…" and into the water they dove.
This time, Paulette was mentally prepared and physically ready for a win. She pushed herself hard as she swam dolphin-like across the pool. She tapped the side and turned underwater, heading back across to complete the next lap. PJ was slower on the turns but passed her in the lap because of his longer reach. They were head to head as they were completing the third lap to the forefront of the pool. Paulette heaved herself out of the
Paulette groaned when she saw the 50-question test. She knew this was the norm for semester tests, but she was hoping it would be easier. Instead, there were multiple-choice answers with just a smidgen of misinformation, enough to trick you into the wrong answer. After the exam was finished, Paulette exited the classroom with the countenance of someone awaiting the executioner.
PJ was waiting outside the door for Paulette to exit. He finished his exam much earlier and was feeling good about his grade. He stopped grinning when he saw the tears welling in the eyes of Paulette.
"Oh, Baby, what is wrong?" he asked her.
"I just know I flunked that exam. Everything ran together, and it all became a big mess." Pauline reached for PJ and leaned on his shoulder and cried.
"Oh, I know it's not that bad," consoled PJ. "I'm sure you did better than that."
PJ patted her on the back like you would a small child, awkwardly attempting to get her to stop sobbing. The tears were unleashed now, and Paulie was having a meltdown, hiccupping and crying at the same time.
"It's going to be all right," PJ murmured. "This is not the end. You will do better than you think."
Paulette slowly downgraded to weeping as she removed her head from PJ's shoulder and returned to the present.
"What's the next exam?" she asked, for, at the present, she was too sorrowful to remember.
PJ answered, "We have only one exam a day, tomorrow is English. There is no exam for swimming, and then we have Psychology, we have no Lab exam. On Friday, we have the Art Exam, and then we get to go on Fall Break."
Paulette smiled a real smile when he said "Fall Break."
"That's what I was hoping for," remarked PJ, "my girl is back with her beautiful smile."
"Why don't we pick up our suits and head to the indoor pool for some exercise?" suggested Paulie. "I think a dip will help my concentration and ease my anxieties."
"I like that," agreed PJ. "We can go from the pool to the meeting at Wesley and afterward split a pizza, you think?"
Paulette agreed. PJ started his moped and Paulette climbed onboard. Off they ran to the dorms for their swim gear, and then over across campus to the indoor heated pool. Each walked into the separate changing rooms and appeared through the opposite side by the sidewalk surrounding the heated pool. Paulette had dunked her hair under the shower to rinse the hair products off her hair so she wouldn't contaminate the pool. She was smoothing her hair into a low ponytail when PJ approached her at the poolside. He, too, had dunked his head, although his hair was still braided compactly in his plait.
PJ looked to Paulette and said, "Race?"
Paulette nodded, and they both dove neatly into the water, swimming quickly in hopes of reaching the other side first.
PJ was first to emerge from the water and tap the side of the Olympic sized pool. Paulette came up out of the water like a sprite, droplets falling from her shoulders and hair. She wiped the water from her eyes and said, "You had the jump because you knew we were going to race."
PJ laughed and said, "Okay, best of three laps. Let's race to the end, touch, back, touch, and then to the other side AND out of the water onto the sidewalk."
Paulette said, "On the count of three, 1, 2…" and into the water they dove.
This time, Paulette was mentally prepared and physically ready for a win. She pushed herself hard as she swam dolphin-like across the pool. She tapped the side and turned underwater, heading back across to complete the next lap. PJ was slower on the turns but passed her in the lap because of his longer reach. They were head to head as they were completing the third lap to the forefront of the pool. Paulette heaved herself out of the
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