Quick instructions from a classmate had included Aynos in the plans for a campus prank. Closing time for the music hall was at hand and not a moment could be lost if the deed was to be executed. She was instructed to enter the women’s restroom, climb up on the toilet and ball up where she could not be seen by security and specifically directed not to move until the building was secured. Then she was to open the window and distribute the toilet paper for the rest of the crew to place in conspicuous places around campus. Then she could close the window and leave the building scurrying to her apartment while others were carrying out the deed.
Aynos completed her task and bound for her apartment. Smiling inside as she walked across campus viewing the tissue paper drapings covering the branches of the trees along the path to the music building; she knew she had crossed the line. There had been no time to consider the consequences as the decisive moment was thrust upon her. Breaking the rules was not a way of life for this student; rules had set the perimeters of her life. She took them very seriously and exceeded their boundaries only after very careful consideration of the consequences.
This was a story that must remain tucked in her heart maybe even until the day she died.
It was her Graduation Day and the pomp and circumstance of the day was in command. After Graduation the traditional party was planned. The cake was cut and compliments and praise were abounding. Sentiment had mellowed Aynos’ composure.
Probably desiring to have clear justification for the sacrifices that had been made to bring this four (4) year to culmination, her Mother asked, “What is the most important lesson you learned in your four (4) years of college?” Everyone’s expectation was for great words of wisdom to come forth; her reply blew all expectations aside and cracked the pomp and circumstance of the day wide open.
“I learned to break the rules.” The wind from her words held each of her parents face in a frozen stare and grasped their vocal cords so that no sound could come forth. The moments seemed like hours before anyone could utter, “would you like to help us understand that”?
Soon the explanation was pouring out, the story had finally been released from the recesses of her heart by an innocent question. Her parents realized their daughter had gotten a course for which they had not had to pay, Breaking the Rules 101.
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