Love Heather Salvation

-May I ask your name?
-Heather, she said.


Heather they named her.

The "W" scandal continued as I was directed to window six at the Registrar office. The pleasant woman greeted me from behind the window and raised the wooden curtain to accommodate my height. After exchanging pleasantries our mood quickly went down hill and exploded into flames as she informed me that my academic petition had been declined. I won't tell you, and I shouldn't tell you the number of obscenities that blistered through my mind as my eyes tensed with rage at the sight of the "declined" on my petition.

Four A's and one F! does nobody think anything is incongruous about that, INTEROBANG. I refrained from visual anger all the same and asked her what more I should do, with whom should I speak, and so on to change this F into the "W" it should be. The papers were shuffled and I was told to make an appeal. Lovely, I thought, an appeal to a petition. She was quite helpful all the same and heard me out well.

I tried dropping the class of the F various times on Nov. 9 to no avail as the school's website failed. I successfully dropped it for the "W" on Nov.10 as my financial aid advisor had counseled me. Successfully dropped I relaxed and focusing on my other classes. Last day of semester comes and the professor informs me, "I gave you an F, because you forgot to drop the class." Nonsense. So I sent in the necessary appeals, and now they had been processed and "declined". I wanted to pull a Jackie Chan through the registrar's window and throw down a Chuck Norris spin kick on everybody in the office.

Instead I told her I would return in a few minutes with an appeal with written testimonies of all the staff I had counseled with, my blog entries, and my browser history to make the necessary case.

I choose sit at a table in plain view of her window and get to work. I give a friend an elongated "not good" to his interrogation of my going. Minutes pass by and the woman of the window surprises me at my table.

"I made things a little easier for you," she says, "I talked with the guys at the front desk and they approved it for you. Your petition has been approved."

Smiles. Laughter. Frantic yelling of ecstasy and jubilation. Jubilation!

She turns to leave. But wait.

-May I ask your name?
-Heather, she says.


My salvation.