A week later,
BROOKE CLAYTON.
“Go, hot stuffs! Whoo!”. I screamed at the guys, laughing as I pooped a chip in my mouth. It was a football game and although i didn't really have the time today I decided to come.
My phone chimed in my jean pocket and I took it out, seeing it was a text from Stacy, my advisor and General anatomy professor.
Professor Stacy: The dean is asking for you.
My interest piqued up and my heartbeat quickened, I shakily texted back.
Me: Why? Is there a problem?
I picked up my bag and started walking to the exit heading for the Dean's office as I waited for Stacy's reply.
Professor Stacy: Nothing wrong, you're still getting your undergraduate degree by December.
I didn't send a re
