SALT

Have you noticed that salt is everywhere? No really, think about it. Salt is everywhere and has an undeniable quality of power. Salt is in our tears, in our sweat, in the ocean, and even in the food we eat. If we apply the concept of salt's existence in the worlds as a sign that everything is the same, who is to say that there are or there are not other things we can relate this theory to? Like love. Love is in a mothers eye, a fathers touch, a grandmothers dinner. So how is salt any different to love.

The professor put down the paper, sighed, removed his glasses and rubbed his forehead.

"Stop. Stop. Stop." He said.

"Yes Professor?" I replied hesitantly, I knew what he was going to say.

"This is really your proposal? This isn't a joke is it? You can focus your topic on anything...and you choose to focus on how salt is like...like love?"

"Yes, it has always been something I have been interested in."

"Don't be so vague, girly, this is a professional endeavor, and I expect you to treat it as such. What is this 'it' you are referring to? Salt or love?"

"Love. What little girl doesn't think about love?"

Really. What little girl doesn't think about love? We all have our Prince Charming's in mind since the first time we have watched a Disney movie. Mine? The looks of Eric from the Little Mermaid, the sly personality of Aladdin, the debonair charm of O'Malley from the Aristocats. Don't lie to me and tell me you've never once dreamed of your Prince Charming coming to save you from this boring everyday lifestyle that we all throw ourselves into.

Wake up, get dressed, brush our teeth, go to class, get yelled at by professors, fall asleep in class, scramble to get the notes before the test, go out and party, fall asleep, and then the day starts all over again.

It's boring not to daydream and believe that somewhere out there, my Prince Charming is waiting for me.

"You can't honestly expect me to believe that you want to write your masters thesis on love." Another professor remarked.

I just can't seem to win with my professors, they don't seem to believe that love is the basis of everyones dreams. They struggle to see that like salt, love is everywhere. They struggle to see the difference between the inane and the intelligence. I can't seem to understand why they keep turning down my proposal.

"Really? Love?" The professor sat a little taller in her chair and looked across the table at me. "I agree, every little girl has her Prince Charming, but dear, aren't you sure you wouldn't want to focus on something...a little more professional?"

"Well, the thing is Professor Blake, I've considered focusing on more 'professional' theories, but what is more in depth than trying to understand the stories and tales behind love? My ultimate goal is to correlate love to the modern world."

"Miss Cassandra, I believe that is the boldest response to that question I have heard to date. Most of my graduates backpeddal and try to change their proposal to please others, but it is obvious that you are sticking with your guns. I would be thrilled to advise you on this paper."

"You mean it?" I gasped in disbelief. I couldn't believe that anyone would have ever thought my proposal had value - I was shocked.

"Yes." Professor Blake replied shortly. "Come back tomorrow and we shall discuss your plan of completion."

"Thank you so much Professor, you will not regret it."

"I hope not Miss Hennig. I will see you tomorrow."