It was my first semester of college. I had just gotten out of high school and wasn't looking forward to starting school again. I had been accepted to a University in the neighboring city. I didn't think I was ready to start college just yet, but I knew if I didn't start right then, I might never start. So, I toughed it out and made it through mid-semester. I was totally burnt out. I hated school and I hated my job. I had been at my job since my Sophomore year in high school and I needed to get out. I wanted to find a job near campus that wouldn't demand as many hours as my current job had. I also needed to find a better paying job.
Time flew by and before I knew it, there were only three weeks left in the semester. I was still burnt out and pissed off. The only thing good that happened for me was my 19th birthday. I had gotten an electric guitar which would give me a new hobby to learn. I needed new things in my life. From that point on, things started to look up.
I was in a discussion group for my Psychology class one day. I had finally found a proctor (tutor) that I could understand. She explained the chapters really well and I actually learned for once in that class. I had been struggling all semester, but I managed to keep a B-. The discussion session was my first with her, and after it was over, I felt I knew the material for the first time. I got my first A on the quiz for that chapter. From then on I went to all her sessions and my grade picked up. She was an excellent speaker and very easy to understand. Plus she was very easy on the eyes. She was 5'5", about 95 lbs., with sparkling blue eyes, and long curly blonde hair. Her smile could light up a room, and she wore it often during her sessions. Her gorgeous smile helped with her lectures, it made her look much more friendlier than the other Proctors.
After her session on the last chapter, I stayed to talk to her and thank her for helping me understand psychology. She asked me if I would be interested in being a Proctor the next semester. I told her it would be a miracle to get an A in the class, which is required to become a Proctor. She was surprised that I didn't have an A. She said I seemed really smart and intelligent. I don't like to boast, but I am. Psychology is not a hard class, but it requires a lot of time to be put into it. I didn't have that time, which made the class difficult for me. I explained that to her and she understood and offered to help me get an A.
I took her up on the offer and starting the next day, we would meet for lunch everyday and go over the material. Finally the semester neared an end.
That was also bad new 'cause it meant, FINALS. I needed to get 100% on the Psych. final to pull an A in the class. I didn't want to become a Proctor, but I had to promise that I would if I got the A in the class. Well, I pulled the miracle off and managed to ace the final and get an A in Psych. I gave my tutor a hug to say thank you. She handed me an application for a Proctor job. I filled it out and handed it back to her. I told her I'd see her next semester.
I got a call two weeks later from the Psych. Professor. She wanted me to come into her office the next day. I went into her office the next morning. She told me that I had gotten the job. I was thrilled. Finally, a new job that was on campus and on top of that I got to work with the hottest female I'd seen on campus. While I thanked the Professor, I heard someone walk into the room behind me. I turned to see who it was. When I turned around, I saw my tutor. "Jesse", the Professor started, "I want you to meet Chyna." (finally I had gotten her name. I never got it before and I felt a little silly asking so I never did.) she is going to help you get started."
"Chyna, this is Jesse, our new Proctor" (I don't think I had given her my name either.)