For the Fourth Hour

For the fourth hour in a row, she stared at the blank screen, trying to think of what to write. Her professor had assigned a five page essay on the matter of evolution. The girl's dilemma was not that she knew nothing about evolution, but rather that she did not believe in the theory herself. She was uncertain about whether she should give in and write an essay supporting a theory she strongly disagreed with or stand strong in her belief. Many more hours passed and only a few words ever made it onto the document, but they were always erased shortly thereafter.

Finally, the girl decided to write the essay, but instead through a theistic view of creation. She knew she was taking a big leap and it possibly could ruin her reputation, but she was set on what had to be done. From this point forward, the words flowed from her finger tips and the essay was completed in several hours.

There was no turning back now and at 3 a.m., the girl finally removed herself from the desk and placed herself in the bed that had never seemed so wonderful before. The girl knew what she had done, but it didn't matter. She knew that it was what had to be said. Inevitably, this decision would cost her a good grade, but it was worth the cost.