When Majors Work Together Life Long Foundation Battles Are Won

Entering the catholic influenced academic theatrical hall, directed to molding students mature social skills by playfully working out issues portraying fictional characters, Kelly discovered the warm south Florida sunshine enhancing her post summer northern skin glow.

"This is the best school setting," the freshman confirmed, allowing the mirrored glass doors, close behind, not making a sound, only reminding the attention getter about the indoor lifestyle obligations, that evolve after earning successful fine arts departmental credits.

Before the semester commitment started, Kelly embraced the multi-hour class, strategizing the experience, preparing her for the time she would spend during real world rehearsal daily grind.

Following a long-winded lecture, Kelly left the monologue discussion featuring handouts and quickly confronted dark threatening skies. Deciding walking towards the dorm rooms was not a good idea; her new student, learning the ropes' innocence attitude, sat down on the steps peering out before revisiting the critique red-colored comments.

Thunderous claps joined a flashy lightning display, spotlighting Farrell's entrance into the scene, "My friend from orientation, the photography major," Kelly wiped the rain away, protecting morning applied, mascara cosmetic treatment.

"Kelly, what are you doing here?" Questioned the fellow classmate, "and I am a business major, shutterbug minor."  

"Oh, wondering why I did not get the part," Kelly answered smiling hearing a click, "all I received were these vocal growing up tips and,"

"And?"

"A mop," Kelly confessed, rising, presenting a pose.

"Well, someone has got to clean this place,"

"Seniors, I suppose are not going to do it," suggested Kelly

"No, they cannot, it's below their status grade," Farrell conferred.

Introductory classroom advice continued well past Halloween instigating Farrell and Kelly to build strong relationship ties due to the course's social motivation, "you know, Kelly," one afternoon Farrell opened, "my friend, DD Thompson, who is studying songwriting, needs a singer to lay down album tracks."

"An album?"

"To pass the final exam," Farrell clarified, "and I have the recording studio key."  

"He wants me?" Kelly acted excitedly.  

Keeping his word, Farrell unlocked the future, utilizing special privilege opportunities and soon Kelly serenaded the crickets outside, gracing the quadrangle grass. Providing an experimental opportunity, novice interested artists are giving tempting access to the University professional equipment and through non-pressure experiences, trade training can be effectively obtained. This unique pop quiz separated the skills allowing faculty to steer the paying customer down the proper path.

First year semester months flew by and soon the spring arrived, noting the dwindling countdown days towards the deadline. Quietly, arms folded behind his neck Farrell's roommate, DD Thompson shrieked, "I got an 'A'"

Opening his eyes, Farrell left the bedside, "Congratulations," he met his friend, gesturing a handshake.

"Who is she?"

"Kelly," Farrell told him.

"Everyone said I produced a great marketable product,"

"As I said months ago, let's get it up on the Internet."

Both the financial aid and register office detected the three's success, realizing soon they would have another batch of promotable conversation pieces.

Weekends saw Kelly finding a steady commitment across the street at a small restaurant requesting evening assistance, Outside Farrell sat behind a table finding companionship with selling his wares,

Many lessons were learned and career occupation controlling factors crept closer, especially when the seniors presented their abilities. While sitting next to a gigantic cover photo, Kelly and Farrell welcomed Professor Weber, who visited their booth.

"You always said you wanted to sing," Professor Weber remembered.

"Yes, I did,"

"My roommate DD Thompson and I produced her first record, got an 'A'," Farrell informed.

"That is what we like here, everyone working together, that is how the community is supposed to conduct activities," Professor Weber mentioned, "Kelly, the board wanted to know if you could sing at the graduation eve reception over there, inside the theater."

"I would love to,"

Looking out at the parents, Kelly reflected, "tomorrow I will be giving a piece of paper then be on my way."  

Empowering white illumination energized the performance as Kelly sung certain numbers known to her fellow peers and upon completion breathed a relief sigh, "no critical marks, anymore."

When the event concluded, the families congregated conversing with each other and Kelly personally concluded she had won the academic battle and was eager for the real-adult war.

Approaching the reflective vestibule, she fluffed her hair, "I am ready for you," sensing Farrell behind her, "you know we are supposed to have sunshine all day tomorrow for the ceremony."

"That sounds right," Farrell confirmed, "late day storms do not come back until the next freshman class moves into the dorms, during the fall."