Étude of Humanity

Chapter Thirteen

College can be such a tiring energy hog, especially for Sayre where the world spun faster than it should be—imagine going to elementary to college in just one movie sitting.

The first few days of college for me was more or less the same ordeal for me. There were plenty of subjects, so of course I have to do some self-introduction all by myself. There were on rare occasions where my blockmates don't have their old teachers in the new trimester, so all of us had to do a self-introduction.

So yeah, it was more than just that funky introduction I've done during Contemporary History time.

Speaking of the new trimester, it was somewhat more challenging for Sayre since I entered during the second trimester. Not only do I have to catch up on various prerequisite subjects, but my thesis! I didn't know any of this stuff since I haven't even had the time to span elementary and high school.

Sayre having this savant syndrome is still kinda tricky; on one hand, there's me trying to live as if I was any normal girl while on the other, there's this inexplicable urge to use all my brain power to sail through this stuff a seven year-old wouldn't normally—possibly achieve. It was like a lab rat placed closely to this all-new ultrasweetened sweets, its conscience struggle to fathom.

Still, I wasn't sure if I should be guilty taking advantage this savant hoop on Sayre's neck, like perfect bread left to mold away.

...

But Sayre took it away.

It's not like I'm anymore normal, am I? So why even bother sticking that duct tape all over again?

While my performance for the first few days at this prestigious university somewhat staggered, I eventually caught on... then outsmarted almost all of my blockmates. The power was incredibly terrifying, but there's no going back from here on out.

There's a catch, since Sayre's subjects more solely focuses on computers, it seems like I need a beefy lappy and a phone, several of my professors oriented.

It was the end of the week today, Friday. So surely me, mama, and papa have the whole weekend to cater that for me.

"Now what?" Sayre mumbled-jumbled.

Sayre was chilling in an airconditioned, humongous library this lazy afternoon at the university. Of course, my colleagues are busy in their own world of tables discussing their theses or what—or just flat out interested in reading academic magazines, journals, assertions, etcetera. As for me, I was all alone on a set of wooden tables and chairs. While my colleagues were making their theses on their so-called laptops, poor little me had to traditionally craft my own thesis on paper and pen, hence it's now a need for me to get one.

Yuppie, I had to boldly say own because I have to catch up with the second trimester and all of this hubaloo. Naturally, no one wanted to join me in their group nor anyone was willing to craft a thesis with me—I mean they have their own groups since their first semester. So for grins and giggles, Sayre was the only person in our block who's done a thesis all by herself.

Sigh. I faced down to my papers with a tiring look on my face. I'm certain that a group of people next to this table looked at me not with empathy or concern, but with wholesome jealousy—part of it is because I literally sounded the table when I slammed my head on the table.

"This is pointless," I whispered to myself.

It's not that this is tiring and all, there's at least some fun at experiencing it first-hand like a clueless child. Ironically, Sayre isn't even technically clueless to begin with. Saves that a lot because I'm a savant.