Undergraduates [h.s]

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"But what provoked Wright to design such modern buildings in an era of time when there was not much modern movement? Turn in your textbooks to page 153, sub-section 2 under 'Solomon R.Guggenheim Museum' if you please" Mr.Torrinder pushed his thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose before flickering through the pages of the textbook her had in one of his hands, duplicate to ours of course.

History of Arts was most certainly one of my favourite subjects despite the fact that I'm minoring in it instead of majoring, however there were several days we backtracked. One day we'd be doing something practical or exciting, something involving the entire class, and then we'd go back to where the class started a year ago and read basic facts about well known arts or buildings we've already learnt about. It's surprising how little this class mentions actual artists, we don't learn about the history of artists as it may sound, but instead about how art has developed to influence art and buildings and so forth in our modern day world.

To begin with I only took this class as I felt it would help me with my architecture class which I've been majoring in for the past year and plan to for the next 2 years including this new year of university that's just begun.

And how has the first year gone so far? Well let's just say I stressed myself into tears this morning, let alone the past year. Seeing as it was the first day back to classes after being home with family for a few weeks, I had to make sure all of my work was completed and organised ready for classes as well as make sure I look presentable, my classes are all very full and so I've never gone a day in front of them without even a little make-up on.

"As you can see we have some of his classics in the picture boxes to the side here, can you tell me-" the teacher continued before I was interrupted

"Psst, hey, page 153" a whisper said in my ear as I stared off into the distance, wondering if I wanted to stay on campus for lunch today. I looked to my left and was met by a boy, or as I should say- young man, with a smirk across his face. His hair was a dark shade of strawberry blonde styled into what looked like a spiked mess thrown onto his head and his eyes glimmered shades of blue under the lights as they searched mine for some kind of response.

"O-oh right, yeah thanks" I stammered as I quickly turned my head down to look at my book and flip to the right page. Once I felt his eyes off of me, I slid slightly down in my chair out of embarrassment from staring at the boy's beady eyes for far longer than any normal person would have.

"Miss O'Phelia" my head snapped up to the professor looking at me with his eyebrows set in a deep frown. "Are you so bored to your death that you feel the need to slump in your chair or are you just too distracted by Edward to concentrate in your class?"

I sat up in my seat quickly and picked up a pencil into my hand as small snickers were heard throughout the room, one of which coming from the boy next to me, this person I presume being 'Edward'.

"Thank you O'Phelia, first class since break and you've already been scolded for your behaviour. Now if that's alright with you I'd like to continue teaching my class?" He asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrows as I nervously shook my head, saying nothing but instead drawing my attention to the colourful pages of the textbook in front of me.

Once the class had finished I was first out of my seat and hurried down to Mr.Torrinder's desk where he was collecting and organising various pieces of paper with scribbles all over them.

"Professor? I'm really very sorry for my behaviour at the beginning of the class, it won't happen again" I said as honestly as I could and he let out a light chuckle, his head down as he walked a step closer to me.

"Miss O'Phelia, your work is fantastic and you know you've been excelling in this class since day 1, but I did expect more from you on your first day back" he said only slightly sternly