Graduating To The Next Level

“I knew everything changed when,” the girl from the University gasped after stumbling into the local newspaper office whose workers were scurrying around trying to prepare the next weekly edition for free mailing.

Quickly getting up from his desk Gerald grabbed his pen and paper, “Excuse me Miss are you all, right?” Inquired the Chesire smile sporting matinee idol personality and looks. Blurring the issue of whether he was showing husband qualities or investigating a story the intellect fulfilled his business commitments to the public.

“No,” the sister with the Greek alphabet embroidered across her sweatshirt answered, “let me finish my line, I knew everything changed when I went from a sophomore to a junior and now as a senior all my responsibilities seem so serious.”

Laughing the information distributor confirmed her identification, “you are from the University?”

Producing a questionable stare, the soon to be tassel turner realized the guy had keen observation skills, “what gave that away?”

“Letters on your shirt.”

“Well, in a few more weeks I will no longer be a part of the University, and everything is going to change.”

Retrieving a cup of coffee, the gentlemen handed it over to her, “here have this,”

“Thank you,”

“You will cross the bridge from academic think tanker to reality and then you will no longer be a student at the University, you will be a graduate,” Gerald stated, “that is more powerful.”

“But I will no longer have anywhere to live, they want me to be out hours before the ceremony.”

“It is time to move on,” the reporter commented about the University request.

“May I ask? Did you graduate from University?” And Gerald shook his head positively, “And what did you do?”

Smiling the journalist proudly boasted, “I write stories about the University,”

“Does it pay the rent?” She took a sip.

“Not really and that is why I still sleep on the couch at the frat house.”