For days now I have noticed that the girls who went to the Feminist Study Class,
they were the most sublime nubile beauties I had ever seen,
why did such enchanting creatures that they were going to such a study class?
It figured,
of course,
only but the most beautiful would go to such a study class to get away from pervy nerds like me would never get in with a chance, to do anything.
I had to somehow get into being apart of that class and still be able to hold my dignity and my pride in place.
Just then Susan Wakefield entered the art class.
She was one of the half-decent girls,
she had long jet black hair,
cat green eyes, and an average figure, yes it was quite adequate.
Susan spoke to me in a nice soft voice.
“Hello there Marvin, good morning, what are you doing here so early?”
“What? I’m always here early.”
“Oh yeah, so you are.”
If I did not know any better I would swear that Susan was a dumb blonde.
I then got out my artwork which was, to say the least truly perfect,
but I decided to teas the dumb girl for my own amusement.
“Actually I need to make a few adjustments to this artwork I am trying to finish .”
Susan came across over to look at my Masterpiece, she looked at me confused.
“But Marvin, your artwork is by far the top best piece of artwork that has ever been produced in this art class.
Your artwork is positively flawless.”
Those words of high praise were poetry to my ears.
But I decided to tease Susan further.
“Thank you, Susan, but one has to be critical of one’s own work
so that one can become a true Grand Master.”
Susan gave me a look of shock,
but she defended my pride no end.
“Then you truly are a Grand Master to be able to see mistakes in your own work to improve perfection is the mark of a True Grand Master,
but Marvin, this artwork her is already beyond perfection.”
“Well, then I thank you for your high praise of me,
I shall in that case keep this artwork exactly as it is.
” Susan gave me one of the nicest smiles I had ever seen
Then she went over to her art desk and got out all of her course work and began to pack it into her pink backpack.
I looked at her, not out of concern, but out of curiosity.
Are you not going to stay?”
“Sorry no Marvin, I am being transferred.”
“Transferred! Why?”
“My parents are moving to Oxford and they want me to attend the university there.”
“You are to attend Oxford University?”
At this point, I was gutted and very, not extremely jealous.
“Darn, why didn’t I think of getting myself transferred there.
Say I might just do that…”
But just then my mind came back to the Feminist study class,
I wanted to be a part of that class more than anything.
“Yes, once I have gotten my Masters’s degree which won’t be long now anyway.
I shall transfer myself to Oxford University.”
“In that case, I will see you sometime at the university then Marvin, bye.”
Before I could say another word, Susan was out of the art class.
It was still early and the girls who go the Feminist Study Class had not arrived as yet,
this was the most perfect moment for me to try and get myself into that class.
I got up out of my chair and left,
