"Foreign Exchange"

Well what a way to top the worst week of my academic life, sitting in the office of my student advisor. First professor Linden, sprung a surprise test on me in Business, which I’m pretty well sure I failed since I’m pretty well sure I even spelled my name wrong. Then a fight in the third period of the CAA university pre-season exhibition hockey game between Laval Rouge Et Or and my Western University left me under suspension pending a full investigation by the CAA authorities over the use of racial slurs before delivering a blow to the jaw which broke it into three pieces.

I didn’t mean to break his jaw but the ‘frog’ had it coming for all the elbows he threw when checking me into the boards. My teammates backed me up when the ‘frogs’ cleared their bench, for what turned out to be a dance on the ice!

The blonde receptionists who had been too busy to pay me a second of attention finally called out. “Mr. Dorsett will see now, Grant!”

I got up and went to Dorsett’s office, not that this was my first time since the year began back in September. Remembering the polite etiquette, I knocked gently on the door, instead of just slapping my palm into the surface of the door. I didn’t hear anything, so I just stood there counting in my head ‘Steamboats’, with the idea that if I didn’t get an answer or the door opened for me, I would call it a day and go back to my dorm to do some reading for my Literature assignment.

I was up to five, when I heard, “Come on in and have a seat Grant!”

I opened the door and the first thing that greeted my sight was an elderly salt and peppered hair man in a dark blue suit sitting in the chair I normally sat in. Mr. Dorsett picked up on my expression quickly.

“So Grant this gentleman is Mr. Yakamotto, a cultural ambassador from a group of people in the Japanese University Sport Council, who is on a tour of Canadian universities looking for possible people interested in becoming foreign exchange students,willing to spend a half year in Japan helping to influence Japanese students in North American Sports endeavours!”

The gentleman stood and extended his left hand to me. We shook as he started to tell me how impressed he was with my academic scores and of course my athletic prowess!