Still Dreaming - Treebros

Chapter 10: "Hoping For An Inbetween"

Sunday, September 29th

I hadn't gotten the chance to check out the lounges in the residence hall yet, but I'm not very impressed. There's just couches, chairs, one table, and a big window. It gets me out of my dorm though, so I can't really complain.

"I feel like I spend more time doing homework than anything else," I complain, rubbing my eyes. The sleeves of my hoodie have fallen down past my wrists. Well, I guess it isn't my hoodie. I stole Sam's Nirvana hoodie before we left, but he only grinned when he saw it so he's probably fine with it.

"See, I never do my homework so I don't have that problem," he says. Connor and I wanted to hang out and since all I ever do lately is homework, we decided to do it together in the lounge. Then Sam found out and joined us, which Connor wasn't happy about. When we got here, Noelle was curled up on one of the chairs. So nows it's a whole thing.

I don't care there. I can hang out with Connor another time. I just kind of wished that I saw more of him.

"I feel like I spend all of my time dreading my homework," he sighs, glaring at his laptop.

"Same," Sam agrees from the couch across from us.

"What are you working on?" I ask, peeking over next to me to see what Connor's typing.

"Paper on the link between language and art," he says, looking miserable as he cycles through about 10 different articles before he finds the right one.

"Oh, like hieroglyphics?" I ask.

"That's exactly what I'm writing about, actually. And cuneiform," he says. Because apparently the average person is supposed to know what the hell cuneiform is.

"Oh. Cool," I say.

"That language you see on the clay tablets," he explains, smirking and elbowing me softly.

"Ohhhh. Okay, yeah, see I just didn't know the name," I explain. I can kind of picture it in my head, but I had no idea what it was called.

"Me neither," he says.

"Did you know that cuneiform is actually older than hieroglyphics?" Sam says, barely looking up from his computer.

"Well, yeah. Mesopotamia is the oldest civilization in the world," Connor says. History major vs art minor. Noelle mutters something from in the chairs clusters behind us.

"Actually, it's Sumer," Sam huffs, eyes glued to his screen.

"Oh, yeah. Sumer. You mean like the region of Mesopotamia?" Connor asks, cycling through his articles again.

"You wouldn't call Toronto and Canada the same thing," Sam points out.

"Okay, well they expanded into Mesopotamia before branching out. It's rectangles versus squares."

Noelle and I share an exasperated look before she turns back to her book. She's lucky. She's not sitting right next to this mess.

"Yeah. Except Sumer is the square. Sumer is Mesopotamia but Mesopotamia isn't Sumer," Sam says, finally looking up to glare at Connor.

"Guys. Can we not argue over the difference over between ancient civilizations?" I sigh, putting my pencil down to fix them with a disappointed stare. I'm trying to channel 'angry dad energy' into it but they're too busy glaring at each other.

"I wasn't the one who made it into an argument," Connor claims, and Sam raises his eyebrows.

"Don't care," I say.