Ivy League School
This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction.
Brian had always dreamed of going to an Ivy League school. He loved books. His mom used to tell her friends that when he was young he had read a particular story so many times that he could put the book upside down on his knees and could read it because he had it memorized.
He had to settle for a land grant state college because his grades did not meet the level of acceptance for an Ivy League school. But then just two years after graduation an opportunity came up at Harvard and he was accepted after a series of interviews that lasted almost two full days.
He, as expected, excelled at his position. He continued his career with advancement after advancement until he reached the position he held today. He felt satisfied and immensely thankful for what this great university had provided him. He looked down the hall and saw some of his staff members busy at work. The majority of his staff were busy outside this time of day.
As he left his office he looked back at the name plate on his door. He felt proud. “Brian Holiday” maintenance supervisor. He loved his work.