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Telling Ellie I was expelled comes to mind.
I couldn't believe it and neither could she. There wasn't much I wanted to say over the phone only that I really didn't do it and for her to come get me. And she drove the over five hours to come get me too - pretty much right after she hung up. Or she drove like hell to get here...maybe a little of both.
We stayed a ways outside of Stanford that night. It was just too long of a drive in the dark. Not that we don't drive at night, I mean, we both were feeling kinda depressed and definitely wouldn't be alert enough for such a long drive.
So in the hotel room, I explained to her everything I knew. How Bryce told me "you brought this on yourself." (Whatever the hell that meant.) How there were stolen test booklets under my bed in my dorm room and how I was accused of selling those things.
She tried to console the best she could. I think she even offered to try to clear my name with the dean. But that wouldn't have worked. Professor Fleming, who taught the class that I was accused of cheating in, sent his report to the dean with all the 'evidence' and that was that.
I kinda feel that's the one life event that's held me back. I mean, companies don't like to hire people expelled for cheating.
Still, part of me hopes that someday my name will be cleared and I can finish those last few credits.
But...until then, I'm probably stuck working for the Nerd Herd.
[Locked to Sarah]
I know Bryce had good intentions and all from that file we saw. And...I sorta like a total ass for hating him as long as I did for that.
I hate to sound kinda ungrateful or whatever but...think maybe someday someone can sorta know I didn't cheat? I mean...I get it. The truth wouldn't be quite told to the non-CIA folks but maybe some sorta cover story-
*pauses*
Y-you know what...never mind. Forget I asked. [/unlocked]
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding quoted text): 348
I couldn't believe it and neither could she. There wasn't much I wanted to say over the phone only that I really didn't do it and for her to come get me. And she drove the over five hours to come get me too - pretty much right after she hung up. Or she drove like hell to get here...maybe a little of both.
We stayed a ways outside of Stanford that night. It was just too long of a drive in the dark. Not that we don't drive at night, I mean, we both were feeling kinda depressed and definitely wouldn't be alert enough for such a long drive.
So in the hotel room, I explained to her everything I knew. How Bryce told me "you brought this on yourself." (Whatever the hell that meant.) How there were stolen test booklets under my bed in my dorm room and how I was accused of selling those things.
She tried to console the best she could. I think she even offered to try to clear my name with the dean. But that wouldn't have worked. Professor Fleming, who taught the class that I was accused of cheating in, sent his report to the dean with all the 'evidence' and that was that.
I kinda feel that's the one life event that's held me back. I mean, companies don't like to hire people expelled for cheating.
Still, part of me hopes that someday my name will be cleared and I can finish those last few credits.
But...until then, I'm probably stuck working for the Nerd Herd.
[Locked to Sarah]
I know Bryce had good intentions and all from that file we saw. And...I sorta like a total ass for hating him as long as I did for that.
I hate to sound kinda ungrateful or whatever but...think maybe someday someone can sorta know I didn't cheat? I mean...I get it. The truth wouldn't be quite told to the non-CIA folks but maybe some sorta cover story-
*pauses*
Y-you know what...never mind. Forget I asked. [/unlocked]
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding quoted text): 348
