The tales of Hobart (apprentice’s notes)
10 years later, Hobart finished his thesis in archeology, science, agriculture, Christianity, philosophy & science, signalling his final years at college, at the age of 22, Hobart gleefully, put his thesis into a file & was about stowe away, “well, well, well, if it isn’t mr. Big man himself”
Hobart stood at attention & slowly turned around & saw an older & more refined version of a man he once knew, “oh my goodness sir,” as he sighed with relief “you gotta stop scaring me like that Randy.” It was Mr. Marchinko, “sorry couldn’t resist,” so Hobart casually stowed his thesis into his locker. He walked with mentor, now professor, & reminisced about the old days.
After enjoying a good time with each other, “hey, Hobart!” Hobart & Mr. Marchinko understood who’s voice that was, they stopped dead in their tracks, took a big gulp, slowly turned around & there stood Hobart’s worst nightmare. “Hope that thesis was worth it, because I got one as well.” It was Brad hopper, the eldest son of mr. hopper, “man, I can’t wait to graduate from college instead of you, hahahargh” he bellowed, as he did so out of nowhere from the college coms system “Mr. Brad hopper please report to the principals office Mr. Brad hopper, thank you”
Brad frowned & growled “this isn’t-“ “that means immediately” he turned around & just walked away, “I hate him so much, always trying to one up me.” said Hobert, “hehehe, don’t yourself to death kiddo, I have the feeling that he’ll get his just dessert’s yet.” Said Mr. Marchinko, holding on to Hobert’s shoulder, as he was feeling glum, he turned back to the hallway & with Mr. Marchinko alongside him, they walked out the front door which read “in beloved memory of Ms. Hobert, welcome to hotridge college.” Then the bell rang signalling the end of college & the beginning of a new era,
Sike, they were just walking to bike parkade, & parted ways, “have a good rest of your evening Hobert, see you tomorrow at the ceremony.” Said Mr. Marchinko, “of course sir, have a good one as well.” Replied Hobert as he unlocked his bike lock, but in that moment he felt a slight tap on his shoulder, turned his head to see who it was, there stood before him was a shy young woman with platinum blonde hair, a megalodon tooth tattooed on her left leg, & a beautiful school outfit “hey would you mind coming by the park after the we graduated.” She asked “sure thing ms…” “Loraine” she replied,
Running Down Vimy 