Psychology 101

He tightened the straps as he staggered under the weight of the heavy backpack. When he reached the center of the bridge he climbed up on the railing. He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. In blood red ink was the grade for his introductory psychology final exam.  He had utterly and completely failed it. There went a future in medical school. He leaned over the edge and dropped the bag filled with science textbooks into the river. He laughed as it sank silently into the depths. His new major would be in graphic design.

(Photo credit: “View in Vienna from the bridge Reichsbrücke over the River New Danube towards the footbridge Ponte Cagrana and to the hill range Vienna Woods in Austria.” Selected as the Picture of the Day, Wikimedia Commons on August 15, 2012)