Jess says goodbye to all the psychology students leaving. The classroom walls filled with colorful projects and words of encouragement, and the majority of the room with straight rows and columns of desks. She turns towards her computer, typing her next day's lesson plans and checking for important emails. "Hi, Sam," Jess greets with barely glancing away from the screen. Sam visited Jess practically every opportunity there was available, during lunch or after school Sam was there.
"Hi, Ms. Ortiz, I have something to show you," Sam replies cheerfully when the door slightly creaks to a halt. Sam flourishes a small packet of crisp papers and presents it to Jess. Jess looks it over and during so the entire room was quiet. Sam stands still watching the emotionless eyes move back and forth across the pages. Jess finishes the paper and hands it back to Sam.
"It's amazing how you go beyond the classroom requirements, and the correct usage of conformity, and how you mention individualism in today's society." Jess says in a business-like way. Sam smiles with content.
Jess was Sam's favorite teacher, mostly because of what she learned in class, and the fun interactive learning games and videos Jess provided. "So you're hanging out today?" Jess asks.
Sam nods, "yeah." She and sits down in the nearest seat.
"I read the first chapter of your book, I like how you take on a new perspective of something so common,"Jess says changing subjects.
"Thanks," Sam says modestly.
Sometimes Jess would ask Sam questions on the different topics they talked about in class. "What part of the brain is responsible for decision-making?"
Sam looks up, obviously knowing the answer, but doesn't respond, the answer trapped in her head.
Jess taps her forehead, "Come on I know you know the answer."
Sam only smiles weakly.
"Frontal lobe," Jess answers.
"I know," Sam simply replies. "I just have a headache."
The room was in silence afterwards, Jess starts to grade papers and Sam filing them respectively. After Sam finished she took out her headphones and listened to her favorite christian rock band. It was on a volume that only she could hear and still able to listen to Jess clearly.
Jess finishes everything soon afterwards and shuts down the computer. She gets up, informing Sam that she was leaving. Sam looks at the clock and wonders how time seems to fly, and the sun making its way behind the school buildings. Sam picks up her bag, and holds the door for Jess. Jess thanks her and leaves down the hallway. Sam heading in the opposite direction; neither knowing that they wouldn't see each other for a long time.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my pyschology teacher, and my friends who like the class so much.
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True Love
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