Psychology

There is a new class on campus. The dean and the founder’s granddaughter thought it would be a good experiment. The students didn’t know what to think at first. How could the college pull this off in the middle of the year? Who would sign up for this in the spring semester?

Twenty-five students sighed up for this class. Some of them were curious. Others just needed the credits to graduate. At first, it took a little nudge to get these students to think about it.

“Will this really help my credits?” one of the students asked.

“Of course,” his advisor said. “You want to graduate, don’t you?”

“I guess…” he said. The student sighed up as planned. The classes would start in January on the tenth. Everything was set. The professor was selected. Rules were in place. Class started at noon. The staff all waited to see what would happen next.

The first student walked into lecture room 218 of the Chestnut Building. The inside was small and empty. One window was open near the back of the room.

“Am I the only one here?” the student asked. He took his seat over by the window. Shortly after that, another student walked into the room.

“Is this the psychology class?” she asked. The other student looked up.

“Hm? Uh… I guess so,” he said. “Are you in this class?”

“Yes,” the female student said. She took her seat in front of him. The first student eyed her long brown hair in a ponytail.

“What do you think this class is about?” he asked. The female student turned and shrugged.

“Psychology, I guess,” she said.

“But what kind?”

She shrugged and shook her head. “I have no idea. I guess we’ll find out shortly.” Pretty soon, more students started to walk into the classroom. They too had their own questions about this class. The first two couldn’t give them any answers.

“You think this is some sort of an experiment?” one student suggested. The others gave him strange looks. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Just a thought,” he said. It could be possible, though. Maybe this will be cleared up by the time the professor comes into the room. All chatter stopped when they heard footsteps walk into the room. The students looked up to see a woman in her late thirties with bright blonde hair walk over to the big metal desk in front of the blackboard. She looked at her audience of twenty-five with a determined look on her face. After a few seconds of silence, the professor began into a huge smile.

“Welcome to the new psychology class,” she said. “My name is professor Deborah Perry and we shall begin our first day together.” Her students gave her a blank stare. The professor flipped back her blonde hair.

“Let’s get started,” Deborah said with a sharp tone in her voice.