Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, March 21, 2014

3.21

When I walked into Chemistry, I sat down in the front of the class, settling in for a morning class that would never apply to my profession. Every day, I ignored the myriad nursing students cramming the misty reaches of the classroom. I was desolate, like a mountain hermit, until

"Hey, thanks for holding the door! What's your name?"

"Robby. You?"

"I'm Delight. This is Shelby and that's Kat. Nice to meet you!"

And with that one chance meeting, my entire life stayed exactly the same. I forgot their names and I never tried to talk to them again. Apparently Delight and God had other plans.
Delight asked me to tutor her in Chemistry, a tutelage which she needed like Usain Bolt needed a walker. Little did I know that this would become her repeated ploy to befriend me.

2 comments:

  1. This story, which I've actually never heard before, has me literally laughing out loud, which is something I really really really needed to do. Like, laughing so hard that I teared up. No joke.

    Just, I know how brilliant Delight is, and I know how brilliant you are, but her ploy to befriend you is epic. I just came over for a Castle night one evening and lo! a wild Delight had appeared.

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  2. From the grass, an untamable force. Whence she cometh, no one knows.

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