Liberal Arts Education Part III

Parts ONE and TWO can be read here.

Grace pinched her cheeks and bit her lips, studying her reflection in the stand-alone mirror in the kitchenette of the sorority suite.  The long white dress had a flounce around her neck and it perfectly offset her complexion.  She pinched her cheeks again, and then sighing turned away and drew a cigarette out of her clutch.  She settled herself into her favorite nook by the window and took a long drag, watching the smoke curl away from the fourth floor and drift away from the red brick building. 

“Gracie!” 

“Ow, shit!  C’mon Sue, you made me burn my dress.”  Grace rubbed at a new grey spot on her ruff. 

“Well you shouldn’t be smoking in here, you know the rules.  Anyway, you’ve made yourself stink like a coal miner, you know Timmy hates girls that smoke.”  Grace slid down from the window and dropped the cigarette in the sink.

“Why should I give two cents what Timmy hates?”

“Because he’s your escort tonight.  And because you’re about to be the youngest May Queen in this schools history, and it would be good for you to smell like one.” 

“Sometimes, Sue, I wonder if you’re my sorority sister or my mother.”

            Outside, the old bell in the center of campus began its slow process of chiming out the hour.  Grace glanced towards the mirror again, trying to smooth the burn away from the dress.

            “Oh dear god in heaven above let me.  And put some lipstick on, I know you hate it but biting your lips is not going to make them show in photographs today.”  Sue plunged into a cabinet and emerged moments later, victories with pin in hand.  She began deftly pressing the burned edge under, pinning a rose in place over her handiwork. 

            “Now one for your hair…Gracie!  What?  What happened to your neck?”  Gracie smoother her hair back in place, taking the lipstick from the counter and moving towards the door.  “It’s nothing, not a big thing.  Timmy just tried to get fresh with me the other night, that’s all.” 

            “That’s more than fresh Gracie.  Why didn’t you stop it?”

            “I tried, obviously.  It’s no big thing, I told you.  I just won’t see him alone again, that’s all.  It was my mistake to begin with.  Come on Sue, you know I don’t like boys like Timmy.  Let’s shake a leg darling, we’re going to be late for my coronation.” 

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            All Anna wanted to do was sleep.  Sitting in British Literature, she suddenly begrudged all the naps that she had tried to avoid as a small child. Preschoolers and college kids she thought to herself, naptime should be required for preschoolers and college kids.  In an act of extreme cruelty on the part of the school’s administration, this classroom didn’t even contain a clock. 

Stealthily, Anna slipped her fingers inside her bag and felt for the smooth cover of her phone.  Finally encountering it between the pages of her dramatic literature textbook she waited until Professor Pless turned around before dropping it into her lap.  Nine forty five…the class would be over in five minutes and she would be free to sleep her day away until her next class at one.  Head on the desk, she watched the minutes tick by until the general restlessness of her classmates made it clear to the professor that class had ended and so had their attention spans.  Sweeping everything into her bag, she turned to leave but was met by the sharp glance of professor Sophia Pless. 

“Anna, do you have a class at ten?”

“No, but professor, I have something I really have to go do…” Anna thought about the few short minutes of brisk walking that stood between her and bed.

“If it can wait for a couple of moments would you stay and have a word with me?”  Inwardly heaving a huge sigh, Anna let her book bag swing to the floor again.   

“Sure, what’s up professor?”  But it wasn’t going to be that easy.  Pless insisted on moving next door to her office, and it was only after they were both settled into chairs and Anna had refused the offered tea that their chat began in earnest.

“Anna, I’m not sure if you know but you’re the seventy-fifth recipient of the Grace Turner Scholarship for Achievement in Literature and Journalism.”  Of all the things that could have come out of Professor Pless’ mouth, this was what Anna had least expected.  Shocked, it took her a few moments to register the fact that she should respond.

“Yeah, I guess- I mean yes I know I got that scholarship but I didn’t know it was exactly seventy five years since she died, I mean I didn’t know it was so old.” 

“Well, since this is an especially important year for that scholarship the descendants of Grace Turner are planning a visit to campus.  We were hoping that some past and present Turner scholars would be available to attend a dinner in their honor.  Would you be interested?  One Graces great-great-grand nephews is on our Board of Trustees I believe, and thus the administration is seeing this as an excellent opportunity to, uh, campaign.” 

Anna made herself count to three, thinking about the yearbook tucked into her bag that showed Grace laughing.

“Sure, that sounds like it would be nice.”

“Wonderful.  I’ll get you the details.  Oh, and Anna?  You don’t need to watch the time in my class, if it’s boring you I suppose I can always assign another paper…”

Anna smiled ruefully, swinging her bag onto her shoulders. 

“Yes professor.”