In a bustling city lived Jon, a laid-back, occasionally self-conscious young man. The pressure of his final year of college occasionally jolted his cool demeanor, especially when it came to the eccentric computer science professor, Donald Trump.
Trump, always flamboyant with his navy-blue suit, red tie, and wild gesticulations, had an unorthodox teaching approach. His lectures often veered from algorithms and data structures to the magnificence of upcoming vacations, leaving Jon perpetually bemused and unprepared.
One sunny afternoon, Jon woke up to a startling realization. He had missed the computer science final scheduled for 2pm that day. It felt like a cold wave of anxiety had crashed over him. Panic-stricken, he glanced at the clock. It was already 2pm. He had mistakenly believed his exams were over, and his world seemed to be spinning. Concerns about wasting a year and his parents’ disappointment plagued him.
Deciding to divert his mind, Jon met up with his friends, and their camaraderie instantly brought a sense of joy. Their plan for the evening was a peculiar one – a religious practice entirely dream-invented. They sat down on a carpet in groups, their hands resting on each other’s shoulders. The ritual involved a priest going around with a leash, symbolically smacking people to absolve them of their sins.
Jon’s friends teased him, casting doubts on his ability to endure the ritual. However, Jon, always the sport, welcomed the challenge. As the priest approached, he steeled himself, anticipating the whip’s impact. It was a medium-strength strike, startling but not as painful as he had imagined. Yet, a single tear rolled down his cheek, attracting a round of friendly banter from his friends. He brushed it off with a smile, though he wondered why he had shed the tear.
After the ritual, Jon found himself in a new classroom setting. Gone was Trump’s puzzling pedagogy, replaced with an engaging and dynamic atmosphere. The room buzzed with intellect and curiosity. Eager students with raised hands filled the space, a stark contrast to Trump’s classes where silence often hung heavy.
Something about this vibrant environment instilled a sense of calmness in Jon. He felt a strange optimism washing over him, and he realized that despite his missed exam, he was okay. He was more than okay; he felt hope. This classroom seemed to promise a fresh start, a chance to learn and grow without the weight of past mistakes.