Miss Fischer’s Geography Exam

The most important of all exams was by far his geography one with Miss Fischer as the teacher.

It was the final exam he had, scheduled for Thursday morning. Most students had their last exam scheduled for the Friday but for Mark, he was thankful to finish a day early.

Sitting in front of his papers, Mark was flying through his work, confident of the answers he was putting down.

“I’ve got to ace this, I have to ace this,” he thought to himself as he wrote.

The deal was simple now, perfect the exam and win a night with Miss Fischer.

He really thought he was about to pull it off until he got to the last page. ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck’ he muttered to himself. Mark was unfamiliar with this, it was a topic that he hadn’t done any studying over.

The clock was still on his side. There was at least twenty minutes more to go.

Before putting pen to paper on the last page, Mark took a deep breath and thought about what the opportunity in front of him.

How many college students would actually get a chance at banging their stunning mid 20’s geography teacher? Probably not a whole lot.

For the next three minutes, he prepared his answer in his mind before finally having a go at it. By the end of the exam, his full-on **** confidence had lowered to just a sense of unsure ness.

“How did you think you went man,” Daniel said as they walked out together.

“Yeah I’m not sure, pretty well but that last question stumped me, had a go at it but who knows,” Mark replied.

“Oh that was fucked, I didn’t even begin to answer that,” Daniel said, making Mark feel a lot better about how he went.

They continued to discuss and compare the rest of the answers on their way out. It turned out that Daniel’s were far off the mark, meaning he had a great chance to fail the entire exam.

Knowing the results wouldn’t be out for a while still, Mark was surprised to check his emails later that night, finding one from Miss Fischer.

All it had was a phone number and a short message below.

“Please give me a call on ********* as soon as you can.”

Sitting in his dorm room, he took out his iPhone from his pocket and wasted no time, typing in the number.

Was it possible she already knew the results of his exam?

Dialling the phone, he waited for a response.

“Hello?” the female voice echoed from the phone.

“Hi miss, it’s Mark here, I just saw your email then.”

“Ohh Mark, great. I’m glad you called, are you free for dinner tonight?”

Dinner? Had he passed? Did he get the last answer correct?

“Oh umm uhh yes! Absolutely!”

Miss Fischer then gave him some details on where to meet, and what time before hanging up. Doing a quick google search, Mark found out that the venue she had picked out for dinner was certainly more of an expensive and fancier place.

What the hell do I wear, he thought to himself. He fiddled around with his clothes, looking for something a little more formal.

“Jesus I hope this isn’t a suit and tie sort of place,” he thought to himself as he picked an outfit for the dinner.