The week of finals came and passed with no further issues. As happy as I was to be done for the semester, some part of me dreaded the end of my last final, as I realized I was that much closer to the meeting with my dear english professor. I had thought about it all week long, half nervous half terrified by the idea of stepping foot into chez Prof K.

Finally Monday arrived. My friends were planning a rave in the forest to celebrate the end of the semester, and I calmly explained to them one by one that I would be unable to make it. My friend Sheila called, hoping one last time to convince me, "Look. It's only tutoring. How long could it possibly take? Why don't you get dressed now, go to your "tutoring", and then leave for the party right after? The guy's a teacher, surely he'll be ready to go to sleep by what? 10? Then you can skip out!"

This was how I came to be at Professor K's house dressed in such an unusual manner. My skirt was white with black lace, slightly gothic in style, an inch above my knee. On top I had on a long sleeve black button down shirt, with a small white bow tied around my neck. I was wearing my hair down for the occasion, and on my feet I wore black high healed mary jane's. It was embarrassing, but I had promised Sheila, and once I gave in there was no going back.

Finally I rang the doorbell, half tempted to ding dong ditch, as the kids would say. I readjusted my backpack on my shoulder as I looked down at my watch. "Damn," I mumbled. "7:10. I hope I don't get in trouble for being late..."