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kalopisa

kalopisa (n.) - the delusion of something being more beautiful than it really is

The next month went by quickly, and as the last week of May rolled around, the senior class was buzzing with excitement for their last three days of school. After these final three days, their senior prom was that Saturday and then another week would be their commencement ceremony. However, they still needed to get through their finals week. Some of the teachers were not giving finals for their seniors and some just gave projects, but other than that it was smooth sailing. Samantha had the same teacher for two of her five classes, and she had told her ahead of time she had no intentions of doing an exam, just a writing project that she was going to give everyone one hundred percent on if they attempted and put effort into it. Her AP Calculus class' final was just completing the AP test that was at the beginning of the month, and her other two classes were not even doing an exam since they were both senior only classes. Her three days were a breeze, and since they were all half day schedules for the seniors, they were out of school by quarter after eleven in the morning every day. She would head over to Nash's after school to work with Bandit for the rodeos and he would work with her on how to perfect each event as best she could without being cleared to return to sports by her surgeon.

However, that Wednesday after they were released from the school for the last time ever, instead of heading to his house, she was celebrating her last day of high school by heading over to Bad Axe to hopefully get cleared after being out of any sort of athletics except for horseback riding for the last seven and a half months. She arrived at the hospital and waited for her appointment, and when her name was called, she grew anxious. She had been working hard and she felt as if she were at one hundred percent, but that all sat in the hands of the surgeon who performed her surgery back in late October.

"Hey there Samantha, how are you?" Dr. Granger asked her as he walked in the room, pumping some hand sanitizer onto his hands as he walked over.

"Today was my last day of high school, so it's going pretty good, but it'd be even better if we get a good result today." She answered as she laid down on the exam table so he could check the mobility of her knee. She had made sure to wear a skirt that day so there would be less changing in the end, and since she came straight from school, it worked out.

"Then you must be heading to college soon then, right?" He asked as he had her bend her knee in several ways and asked if she felt any pain, but she had not.

"Yeah, I'm heading to UCLA last week of July on a full ride." She answered as he helped her sit back up.

"Good for you, keep those grades up." He said with a smile. "Alright, so far so good. We're gonna take a walk down the hall to get another MRI done and then we're gonna go ahead and do some other exercises, then we'll have a verdict." He explained to her as he put some more hand sanitizer on his hands. She nodded and followed him down the hall. "What do you want to study at UCLA?"

"I want to go into education, but the dream is to play professional soccer." She answered him as a nurse joined them for the MRI scan.

"Just be careful doing all that professional sport stuff. I've seen some athletes go through injuries so much to the point where they can't come back from them." He told her as she took her earrings out and put any jewelry she had on in the tray being held out to her. They did not make her change, but she did have to take off her Doc Martens before laying down on the table. "See you on the other side." Dr. Granger said before pressing the button that slid her inside the contraption.

After an hour and fifteen minutes of scanning and going through exercises to make sure her ACL had completely healed, they were back in the exam room, Samantha impatiently waiting for her surgeon to come back to tell her whether or not she would be able to return to the game she loved. When the door handle raddled she sat straight up and looked at him with hopeful noise.