Grade Change

APRIL 13th, 2011

"Just a few more days," I said in excitement while eating my cereal.

"A few more days till what?" Rigby asked.

"Until 'Detective Man' comes out; I'll play that game to death once I get it."

"Yeah, until Benson tells you to get off. You know how much he hates video games."

"Yeah, you have a point…still, I'm pumped."

"No kidding. You still haven't shut up about it."

I took my last bite and put the bowl in the sink. "I feel like a coffee: You up for the Coffee Shop?"

"Sure, I mean it's been a while since we just went there to relax."

"And you want to see Eileen," I chuckled.

"That too," Rigby blushed.

"I still can't believe it."

"What?"

"You and Eileen. Most of the time knowing her, you were annoyed by her, then after the camping trip and the demon attack, you two are a couple."

"Yeah, I guess it is strange. Maybe it was destiny."

"Could be."

"Well then enough talk, let's get going." Rigby got up from his seat and made his way to the door.

"Right behind you."

Rigby was right, it has been awhile since we went to the coffee shop to just "relax". I mean sure, we'd go there every so often, but we'd always be interrupted by Benson telling us to get back to work. Now, with no chores to do and a full day ahead of us, we could just relax.

Rigby and I took our regular seats. Margaret greeted us.

"Hey guys," Margaret said, slightly upset.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Well I-"

"Waitress!" A customer called.

"I'll be right back. Coming!" Margaret left to aid the customer.

"Man I hope she's okay," I said.

"She'll be fine. Hey, where's Eileen?"

"I don't know…oh there she is." She was clearing off tables.

"Hey Eileen, over here!" Rigby shouted.

"Hold on," she responded and then went into the kitchen. Rigby kept her eyes on her. I laughed.

"What now?" Rigby said slight annoyed.

"All this time, you tease me about drooling over Margaret, now you're doing it with Eileen."

"Well yeah, but how can't I? I mean my god, she looks awesome today. There's something about that work outfit that turns me on."

"Okay hold on. Since when have you gotten 'turned on' by anything all of sudden?"

"Since her," he said dreamily.

"I really am starting to think you're someone else and the real Rigby is held up somewhere," I joked.

He's finally maturing.

Margaret came back to our table a moment later.

"Now where was I?" She said resting her hands on the table.

"You were upset about something," Rigby said.

"Oh right. It's about the project you, me and Eileen did."

"What about it?" I asked.

"I ended up getting a low C."

"That's not so bad."

"Well no, but in my case it is. My current grade average makes it so that I need grades B and over to get back up to a decent percentage. C's and anything lower aren't going to help."

"Was there any reason why you got a C? I mean everything seemed fine."

"That's what I said. I was going to go up to the college to ask why but…I'm just not in the mood."

"Maybe I can go."

"No, you don't have to."

"I want to."

A smile appeared upon her face. "Are you sure?"

"I insist. It will only be a few minutes."

"Thanks."

"It's no problem. I'll be right back. Oh, what's the name of your professor?"

"W. Smith."

"Got it." I went into the golf cart and went to the college.

The college still looked the same since the last time I was there; still dark and gloomy. I got to the reception desk to see an old lady looking at files on the computer.

"Um, excuse me?" I whispered to her.

"Oh yes, may I help you?" She asked in an innocent, 'grandma' like voice.

"I'm looking for a Professor W. Smith. I need to talk to him."

"Are you a student?"

"No, I'm speaking for one."

"For who exactly?"

"Margaret, she's a red robin."

"Oh yes, if that the case, he should be in his classroom. Room 2145, just that way." She pointed to one of the halls. "Just take a left after going down that hall and it's the first door on you right."

"Thank you."

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"Professor Smith?" I said lightly knocking on the opened door. He seemed very invested in one of the books he was reading.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm Mordecai. I helped Margaret out with her recent presentation."

"Oh, you're that guy who played out that British accent right?"

"Yeah."

He chuckled. "Ah nice to see you again. How may I help you?"

"It's about the grade she got on that assignment."

"What's the problem?"

"Well, come on. I mean surely she deserved more than a C."

"There were some errors with the presentation."

"But a C? I watched her from the sidelines as she did her part. She didn't stutter or mumble, or even look at the notecards too much. She kept her eyes on the audience and kept on topic, the same goes for me and Eileen. Surely that deserves higher than a C."

The professor pondered for a while, thinking about what I said. Margaret did deserve a better grade. With all the work she put into it and all the preparation, she earned it.

"Well you do have a point. You guys presented quite well. Perhaps I did grade a bit harshly. How about a…a high B? Eight-six percent?"

"…Yeah," I smiled. "That's good."

"Alright, I'll just enter it in and her grade should be higher."

"Thanks, she'll really appreciate this."

"I'm sure she will. She's a great student. Lots of potential."

"I can tell."

"Well then," Prof. Smith got up from his seat. "I got to say, you are quite the character. It's been nice meeting you." He extended his hand to shake mine. He had a firm grasp.

"Mordecai right?" He asked.

"Yes sir."

"…well Mordecai, you have a good day."

"You too." I left the classroom with a smile on my face. I'm glad I helped Margaret with this.

"Hey guys, I'm back," I said as walked into the Coffee Shop.

"That was quick," Margaret said.

"Yeah well, let's just say once you get home, your grade should be higher."

"You convinced him to change it?"

"Yep, an eighty-six percent."

"You didn't threaten him, did you?" Rigby asked.

"What? No! I just talked to him on how Margaret deserved a better grade."

"Aw, thanks Mordecai." Margaret hugged me.

"No problem, glad to help." I said slightly blushing. I react this mildly to her hugs; I can only imagine how I'd react to s kiss on the cheek.

"Well now that we got that out of the way, what can I get you guys?"

"I'll have the regular. You too Rigby? Rigby?" I found out he wasn't sitting next to me. Margaret and I looked around and soon found Rigby sitting with Eileen, playing footsies. We shared a laugh.