My last term at university flies by.
Some of my dorm mates complain that their papers are being graded too harshly: one misused semi-colon, one missing possessive apostrophe, and the essay receives a D. I can understand about the missing apostrophe until Shea explains to me that the entire notion of possession is culturally biased. “Plants don’t own things,” he says.
I see his point. So I stage a protest against the culturally biased, too harsh grading.
I notice that the other students there are fellow Dean’s List members. I guess, since we’re coming from a place of academic strength, we feel like we’re in a position to speak up for those who aren’t.
We shout and rant and rave for hours, until finally, the Dean’s secretary comes out of the administration building and says, “Enough. Go home. Everybody gets higher grades tomorrow, the Dean says.”
By then, we’re starving.
I race back to the dorm to tell Shea that we won–now he can leave out all the possessive apostrophes he wants.
Back at the dorm, Shea is lining up a battalion of snow people.
“We persuaded them, Shea.” I tell him.
“That’s great,” he says. “I’ve got more important things to do than study punctuation right now.”
“But punctuation is always important!”
“Not as important as snow people!”
He has a point there!
On the last day of the term, Anoki invites me to a party at his dorm.
I realize this might be my last time to see him for while.
Finishing college means leaving behind best friends.
After talking with Anoki, I notice a guy hanging out in library.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” I say.
“Jeffrey Dean,” he says. We talk for a bit, and I feel like we’ve got a lot in common.
“Hey, what do you say we ditch this place and go on a date?” He asks.
I look around. Anoki has already gone to bed and the party seems to be wrapping up.
“Sure,” I reply.
We head over to the student lounge, but we don’t even make it inside. We just stand out in the snow, talking for hours.
“College life has been good for me,” Jeffrey says. “Before college, I spent all my free time hanging out, racing cars, getting stoned. It was a sure way to noway. How about for you?”
I tell him about my life back in Moonlight Falls, with all those random-seeming things that kept happening.
“I think college has been good for me, too,” I say. “I’ve got focus at least. Or that’s what it feels like.”
It has been good.
It’s late, and our date ends.
The next morning, I hear the sound of an envelope being slid under the door. Oh! The term grades!
Ugh! I can’t bear to look! What if they were as bad as last time?
Then you’ll be a proud B student who’s graduating from university!
But when I look, I see all A’s staring back at me!
Ooo! Yes! I did it! A perfect GPA! I guess my extra credit compensated for last term’s B’s!
And then, it’s time for graduation. A snowman watches as I file in for the commencement ceremony.
I can’t believe that all that hard work paid off!
The ceremony lasts all afternoon, and I have plenty of time to reflect on all I’ve learned: a lot about art, that’s for sure. And art history. I learned how to stage a successful protest. I’ve learned that best friends come from all different cultures, even plant!
And I’ve learned a great new recipe for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! The secret is in the spices.
Jeffrey Dean invites me to one last party before the shuttle leaves for Moonlight Falls.
Shannon Arkers is there, but I don’t see Jeffrey anywhere.
I head back to the dorm to pack.
eeeIIshiiiiimaaaaiiioh has found a new friend.
Somehow, this makes me feel less sad about leaving my own best friend.
The shuttle horn honks.
“Move it!” calls the driver.
I watch my friends file out the dorm to say goodbye.
“Bye, Shea! Thank you! Keep in touch! Take good care of eeeIIshiiiiimaaaaiiioh and his new buddy!”
And like that, an adventure is over.