This weeks “Five Sentence Fiction” can be found here
Maria had been told that taking the class would be a waste of her efforts, that she didn’t have what it would take, that she wasn’t smart enough.
In, truth the naysayers had a point. Academics had never been Maria’s strong point. Infact, she had struggled through high school and two years of college classes (often times being lucky to squeak by with a “C” average.
But she had been determined to take the course and determined to do well in it.
It had been a long, uphill battle and Maria had spent many extra hours studying (more so, she was sure, than any of her fellow classmates), but finally she was finished with the course. Her reward? A solid “A” as her final grade.
Now, Maria stood in line to register for her NREMT Exam – The final cumulation of all of her hard work, her hand sweaty as she gave her name to the proctor.
this is actually based on a true story that I experienced. In relation to the final sentence, I did take my NREMT exam, but don’t recall exactly how “registration” went or if my hands were sweaty or not.