Steve's heart sank when he received a memo from their Head of Department, Dr. Rohit. It was a polite but urgent request for him to come to the department's office immediately. His stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and curiosity. He knew that graduation was right around the corner, and any last-minute issues could jeopardize his plans.
With a sense of urgency, Steve prepared himself for the unexpected visit to the department. He grabbed his academic records, hoping to provide evidence of his hard work over the past four years. As he made his way to the department's office, his mind raced with questions. What could be the reason for this sudden summons?
Upon arriving at the department, Steve was met by the stern face of Dr. Rohit, who wasted no time in getting to the point. "Steve," he began, "we've noticed that there are missing marks from two of your units. It's essential that we rectify this situation before the graduation ceremony."
Steve's heart sank further as he realized the gravity of the situation. Missing marks could mean the difference between graduating on time and facing delays. He had been meticulous about keeping track of his grades, but somehow, these two units had fallen through the cracks.
Dr. Rohit and Steve worked together to search for any missing documents or records that could shed light on the situation. They combed through old files, cross-referenced data, and even reached out to the professors who had taught those particular units. It was a race against time, and Steve was determined to do everything in his power to ensure that his graduation plans remained intact.He decided to contact them over the phone .
Steve felt a rising sense of urgency as he dialed Professor George Washington's number. He had just received a memo from the HoD about missing marks in the unit JMS 416: Comparative Media Systems. The call connected, and a deep, reassuring voice filled his ear.
"Hello, Professor Washington, it's Steve from your JMS 416 class," Steve began, trying to keep his tone steady.
"Ah, Steve, how can I assist you today?" Professor Washington replied, his voice carrying the wisdom of years spent in academia.
Steve explained the situation, his heart pounding with each word. "I received a memo about missing marks for our course, and I wanted to inquire if there might have been an oversight."
Professor Washington listened attentively, a thoughtful pause before he responded. "Let me check my records, Steve. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
As Steve hung up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He then dialed Professor Scarlett O'Hara's number for JMS 414: Specialized Publishing, hoping for a more favorable outcome.
"Hello, Professor O'Hara," Steve greeted her, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Hello, Steve," Professor O'Hara responded warmly. "What can I do for you today?"
Steve explained the situation regarding missing marks in the JMS 414 course, hoping for a different response this time.
Professor O'Hara, known for her meticulous nature, assured Steve that she would look into it immediately. "I'll review the grades, Steve, and get back to you promptly."
Steve sighed with relief as he ended the call. It was a waiting game now, and he hoped that the missing marks would be resolved before graduation.
Shortly after making the calls, Steve found himself in the office of Dr. Rohit, the HoD. He nervously cleared his throat, awaiting the verdict on his missing marks.
Dr. Rohit, a seasoned academic leader, regarded Steve with a stern but understanding expression. "Steve, I've checked with both Professor Washington and Professor O'Hara. They have assured me that your grades will be updated soon. It seems there was indeed an oversight in recording the marks."
A sense of relief washed over Steve as he absorbed the news. "Thank you, Dr. Rohit. I appreciate your help in resolving this matter."
The HoD nodded, offering some words of encouragement. "Remember, Steve, these challenges are part of your academic journey. What matters is how you handle them. Now, with the missing marks on the way to being corrected, you can focus on your upcoming graduation."
Steve left the office with newfound hope, grateful that his academic journey was back on track as he prepared to don his graduation regalia.
As Steve stepped out of the HoD's office, his mind was still reeling from the recent turmoil of missing marks. His thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, and he hadn't expected to run into anyone in the corridor. Yet, there she was, Victoria, looking just as surprised as he was.
"Steve?" Victoria's voice held a note of astonishment, her eyes widening as she spotted him. "What are you doing here?"
Steve offered a wry smile, realizing that perhaps fate had a hand in this unexpected encounter. "I could ask you the same question, Victoria."
With a sigh, Victoria leaned against the hallway wall. "Well, I've been dealing with quite the ordeal at the library. You wouldn't believe the bureaucratic maze I've had to navigate just to clear my library account."
Steve couldn't help but chuckle. "Funny you should mention ordeals. I've been chasing down missing marks for one of my courses. It's been quite the headache."
Their laughter filled the corridor, a shared moment of understanding in the face of academic challenges. Then, Steve's expression turned more serious as he looked into Victoria's eyes.
"Victoria," he began, "I know we've been through a lot during our time at the university. And, well, there's something I want to say."
Victoria met his gaze, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, Steve?"
Steve took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "I want you to think of me, not just as a friend, but maybe as something more. I've always cared about you, Victoria."
Victoria's smile was gentle, her eyes filled with warmth. "Steve, I appreciate your feelings, and I've valued our friendship immensely. But, you see, I believe that God has a plan for all of us. And whatever is meant to be will find its way in its own time."
Steve nodded, understanding the depth of her words. "I respect that, Victoria. Let's leave it in His hands then."
With a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways, each carrying the weight of their challenges but also a newfound sense of hope for the future.
The memo from the Dean of Students, Dr. Hassan Abdul, had finally arrived, and it carried the much-anticipated date for the graduation ceremony. It was a day that had been looming on the horizon for four long years, and now it was finally within reach.
The memo stated that all students who had ordered their graduation regalia should proceed to the campus to collect their gowns for the big day. It was a moment of excitement, mixed with a tinge of nostalgia, as students gathered at the campus to prepare for the grand event.
As they arrived, the atmosphere was charged with enthusiasm. Some students had already donned their gowns, eager to get a feel for what graduation day would be like. They stood in small groups, chatting and taking photos, capturing memories they would cherish forever.
Among the sea of gowns and caps, Williams and Victoria were seen together, smiling and sharing in the joy of the occasion. They had been through so much together during their time at the university, and this moment felt like a culmination of their academic journey.
Steve, Becky, Olivia, and Carlos found their spot beneath the ancient oak tree, a place that had become a symbol of their camaraderie throughout their university years. They reminisced about the challenges they had faced, the late-night study sessions, and the countless laughs they had shared.
However, as they chatted and laughed, Steve couldn't help but feel a twinge of confusion as he observed Williams and Victoria from a distance. They seemed closer than ever, and a pang of jealousy gnawed at him. But he pushed those feelings aside, reminding himself that this was a day for celebration and unity, not for doubts and insecurities.
With their gowns in hand and a sense of accomplishment in their hearts, the group gathered together. Graduation was just around the corner, and they were determined to make the most of every moment leading up to it.