Application (Closed for cynstv)

[redsiren17]

Samantha was finally finally completing the last of her general education requirements before becoming a medical student. That is, assuming she got into the program. She was applying to Stanford University, along with a few other schools, but they were the school she wanted the most.

It took the young woman a while to figure out what she had wanted to do with her life. She had considered being a music education major, but decided against it when numerous schools were losing their music programs. Next she considered a journalism major, but just wasn’t sure if she could handle it. It took a few occurrences out of her control, a few family health emergencies, that helped her realize she had a knack for medical knowledge and working with others, keeping them calm. After becoming an EMT, she realized she wanted to do more to help people. Thus, starting out on her journey to become a medical student, ultimately a doctor one day.

The redhead sat at the back of her English class, laptop in front of her with the Stanford application pulled up. She stared with green eyes at the screen, specifically the essay she had written. She recounted the story of how her mother had been in and out of the hospital many times since she was in high school, and how she went from hating anything medical related to now thriving in a medical profession. But, she just was not sure if her essay was good enough.

 

[cynstv]

Professor Jones was in the middle of his lecture when he noticed Samantha at the back of the classroom. It was a small class, as most of the students in it were graduating seniors. Usually, the students were attentive, and contributed to the discussions readily.

Today, however, Samantha was in her own world. It was obvious, as she stared at her screen, almost unblinking. Professor Jones took it as a personal affront, that she would be so inconsiderate. After a brief moment of frustration induced hesitation, he continued on with his lecture.

As class came to an end, casually, Professor Jones said, "Samantha, a moment, if you please." Granted, at this age, he couldn't force her to stay, but he was truly curious as to what was so interesting that she ignored his lesson altogether.

 

[redsiren17]

Sam packed her stuff up along with the rest of the class once it was time to go.

Samantha, a moment, if you please.

She sighed softly. She knew she wasn't paying much attention, and participated even less. But was that really such a problem? She would be better next class once her application was done, once she was sure her essay was good enough to grab the committees attention and put her through.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, she made her way up to his desk. "Yes Professor Joans?"

 

[cynstv]

"Samantha," Steve started, "I noticed you were... Shall we say, preoccupied today during class. I realize that most students around here tend to be mediocre students, I have become accustomed to far better from you."

Dr. Jones couldn't help but notice just how stunning Samantha was. He allowed his eyes to travel her body, only making a slight attempt at concealing his pleasure.

"Is there something bothering you? Something you need help with?"

 

[redsiren17]

“I was working on my application for Stanford. I’ve just been struggling, trying to get my essay to be just right. I’ve worked so hard, trying to keep my grades up and do everything possible to increase my chances. I don’t want to get turned down now.” She played with the draw strings of her sweatshirt, fidgeting out of nerves and anxiety. She didn’t like feeling like she had done something wrong, and definitely disliked being called out on it. “I’m sorry, sir.”

 

[cynstv]

"Stanford, eh? Good choice. I know several people there, it's a great school," Dr. Jones said sincerely.

Watching Samantha fiddle with her draw strings, Dr. Jones offered, "Perhaps I can take a look at your essay, maybe help you out a bit? Like I said, I know some people there, I know what they like."

Dr. Jones wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, but he had a sudden craving for Samantha, deciding that helping her would allow him to satisfy that craving... Though more likely remind him that he was twice her age.

"What do you say?" He asked, his eyes againg admiring her youthful beauty.

 

[redsiren17]

Sam slipped her backpack from her shoulder and pulled her laptop out. Setting it on his desk, she pulled up the essay. It was short, the requirement limited the length to between 250 and 500 words. She already knew the secondary essay would be a 1000-2000 word requirement.

"There's just a lot that I want to say that I can't. The initial application essays can't be longer than 500 words."

 

[cynstv]

"500 words can be a lot, depending on what you're trying to say," Professor Jones said. "What point are you trying to get across here?" he asked. "You're limited to one or two with the limitation of 500 words, but it is better to have fewer will developed points than a smorgasbord of unsubstantiated statements. "

As Sam say next to him, Professor Jones could smell her perfume. She was so young and beautiful he caught himself looking at her as often as he thought he could get away with it. Very much are of the fact that they were alone in the room, he scolded himself for entertaining these thoughts he was, after all, at his age, no one this stunning was remotely interested.

Noticing the time, he commented "Professor Kilgore's class is due in this room shortly soon we might get run out of here"

 

[redsiren17]

"I was wanting to talk about how my mom has inspired me to be a nurse," she started. "She's been sick since I was 14 with various illnesses, and in and out of the hospital several times because of them..." Sam paused, not sure if Professor Jones was really interested in hearing her life story. "She's had some bad experiences and terrible nurses, and I want to prevent those things from happening to other people."

She looked at the clock as he mentioned the next class possibly coming in soon. "Should we... go to your office? If you have time, that is."

 

[cynstv]

"That's a great reason for wanting to go into a field. I'm so sorry about your mother. The fact that it is someone is so close to you can make it a powerful piece of writing. We just need to be sure to make the most of out words," Professor Jones offered.

Making his way to the door, he held it for Samantha, "To my office it is then."

After arriving in his office, Professor Jones cleared a spot on his desk and pulled a chair around next to his.

"So, let's see what you've got," he said.