#College

Essays, Studies and Secrets

It's been a month since the thing that happened in the broom closet.

"Ugh!" I groaned "I don't want to do a research paper on the history of entrepreneurship, I quit college!" "Oh quit your whining!" Daisy scolded me.

"You're smart Di, you don't have anything to worry about because you're a freaking genius" I dead panned.
"You can do it!" Ysa encouraged me, grinning.

"Not you too!" I complained. "maybe we should take a break..." Daisy suggested hesitantly.

I sprang up from my chair "Yes!" I yelled and flopped unto my bed. "She's crazy" Daisy jokingly whispered to Ysa. Ysa nodded in agreement, I rolled my eyes at the both of them and whistled. Buck ran into the room and jumped on to my bed. "Good boy! You're such a good boy aren't you? Aren't you" I cooed and gave him a belly rub.

I ignored the stares Daisy and Ysa gave me and continued to play with Buck.

About 10 minutes later Ysa reminded me of the 5 essays and 2 reports I had to work on that were due the next week.

"Nooo... " I muttered, burying my face in Buck's fur. "We need to work on it... now Jen!"

Long story short I was forced against my own will to leave Buck and go to the horrible thing we all call projects.

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"Sir, I am sorry that you don't like my essay but I worked hard on it!" I said. "I am sorry Ms. Shire but if you don't put feeling into your essay then I'll have to give you a low grade" Sir Estanlo explained.

"But sir! The topic of this essay is love and what it means to be in love" I protested "exactly! That's why it shouldn't be hard to put feeling into it Ms. Shire" he pointed out to me. I stayed silent.

"Prove me wrong Ms. Shire, show me through your essay that you have the capability to love, your essay was way too formal, I can give you a passing grade but if you want a high grade show me that you can feel" he continued "are we clear Ms. Shire?".

I nodded. "Glad we had this talk, oh, and also you'll be reading your newly written essay in front of the class next week".

Before I could protest any further sir Estanlo had gone and was out the door.

I groaned and bumped my head into the wall.

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"Then he was all like 'prove me wrong, show me that you have the capability to love' and all that! Ughhh!" I ranted to Daisy and Ysa. "Just write about how you feel about Dylan" Daisy suggested. I glared at her and she hid behind Ysa.

I contemplated on it. "You know what? You're right" I told Daisy. The pair shot me confused looks but I waves them off.

"I'm going to go home and work on my essay!" I declared, before Ysa or Daisy could say anything I ran out of the coffee shop.

When I arrived at my house I grabbed my laptop and started typing.

If it's feelings you want sir Estanlo, it's feelings you'll get.

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I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I looked around and saw my peers talking and joking around.

"quiet! Please turn your attention to the front. Ms. Shire, the stage is yours"

The room fell silent and everyone stared at me. Somebody at the back of the room coughed, shaking me out of my nervous trance.

"love, what is love?" I began "through my experience, love is harsh and cruel, but also gentle and merciful. Love is unconditional, love has no limits. When you are down, love is there for you. Love can either break you or fix you. Love is everywhere, everybody has the potential to love.
Love comes in different forms, romantically, friendly and family. Admittedly I have only loved romantically once in my life(at this my classmates started murmuring to each other) there were times when I would be so confused. I wasn't sure that I loved this person until I no longer saw him as often as I used to. I would yearn for his presence all the time but I didn't want to come off as clingy. Love is being able to hide your feelings to protect the people you love, you would do anything just to make them happy.
Love isn't just about butterflies and feeling the sparks erupt between you, Love is when you have the capability to go through the worst of things together. No matter what you do, you will always stick together if you really and truly love each other.
Love is letting go of someone when you know that he or she will be happier with another, no matter how much it hurts to see them. As long as they are happy, you should be happy for them. All these things that I just explained is what love is for me. So, Dylan, I just want you to know that I love you and I don't care if you don't love me back just as long as you are with me. Thank you and good day"

There was silence, then a loud cheering erupted. "Thank you Ms. Shire, I am now thoroughly convinced that you have the capability to love" Sir Estanlo said and winked at me.

I nodded and grinned then walked back to my seat. Dylan was nowhere to be found.