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Becky may not have been too successful in making friends while she was in school, but now that graduation has come and gone, it seems the relationships she'd never have expected to take root are beginning to.
It's late, far past dark outside, and Professor Partridge - a man shorter than her and stick-thin, gray-haired and as strict and demanding as you'd expect an award-winning biochemical engineer to be - has initially agreed only to issue a formal letter of recommendation. However, with her strange gift for gab, Becky and the good Professor (whose name is Douglas, she has just learned) have gotten to talking about, of course, biochemistry. After that, computers, and after that, the disgraceful state of modern music. He's surprisingly good company when not embattled for control of a classroom, and apparently, as she has also learned, makes a mean cup of tea.
With the receipt of her rather glowing letter, his personal cell phone number and an invitation to dinner with his family, Becky has cultivated her first professional colleague relationship. She waves Douglas into the elevator with the promise that she'll be careful in leaving the building, after politely declining the invitation for his five-foot-three self to escort her to her car.
Like she always does, she takes the back stairs out from the fourth floor, though to be honest, she's closer to skipping this time.
It's late, far past dark outside, and Professor Partridge - a man shorter than her and stick-thin, gray-haired and as strict and demanding as you'd expect an award-winning biochemical engineer to be - has initially agreed only to issue a formal letter of recommendation. However, with her strange gift for gab, Becky and the good Professor (whose name is Douglas, she has just learned) have gotten to talking about, of course, biochemistry. After that, computers, and after that, the disgraceful state of modern music. He's surprisingly good company when not embattled for control of a classroom, and apparently, as she has also learned, makes a mean cup of tea.
With the receipt of her rather glowing letter, his personal cell phone number and an invitation to dinner with his family, Becky has cultivated her first professional colleague relationship. She waves Douglas into the elevator with the promise that she'll be careful in leaving the building, after politely declining the invitation for his five-foot-three self to escort her to her car.
Like she always does, she takes the back stairs out from the fourth floor, though to be honest, she's closer to skipping this time.