Reality

Chapter 1

"Instagram", a platform that allows individuals to hide behind their phone screens and project negatively influencing images of how individuals should look, dress, act and behave.

Monday morning,
9:00 am
- Board meeting with the publisher

10:30am
- Brunch with Michael

12:00pm
- Back in the Office for meeting with Lola

5:00pm
- Dinner with Sis

Technology is one of the most amazing advancements we have made since the light bulb. Our pocket size phone have the ability to plan out full days of work, keep us up to date with the Kardashians and give us the directions to hidden office buildings when we're running 15 minutes late on a Monday morning. Influences like this continuously impact the way that our concept of 'reality' is portrayed, with the events and situations that we have to experience in our lifetime controlling how we view the world.

Unfortunately, they can not be relied on to wake you up on time in the morning if you forget to turn them back on before going to bed the night before.

Which brings me to my next point. The idea of running in 3-inch stilettos. NOT A GOOD IDEA... EVER.

I can already feel the blisters forming from within my shoes. Blood does not look good with baby pink stilettos.

212, 213, 214... 215. Finally!

215 Mathews Street, South Melbourne. My 9 am meeting with my new studies supervisor. 

I burst through the huge glass doors, struggling to catch my breath. I approached a solid oak desk in the far corner of the reception area.

"Lara Carter, I have an appointment with Professor Aldeson"

Giving me a nod, she gestured towards a small makeshift waiting room which consisted of only a few chairs around a table covered in magasines.

I didn't get a chance to sit down though.

"Ms Carter, great to see you've finally made it" The sarcasm dripping from his lips.

"Sorry I'm a bit later. Traffic was hectic this morning."

Professor Aldeson led me down a set of corridors before opening a small door on the far left hand side.

He stepped inside.

"Please, take a seat"

Motioning for me to sit on the chair facing his desk. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat down. Only then remembering the pain throbbing in my feet.

"So, your last supervisor informed me that you where thinking of changing your major again. Why do you want to do that?"

Majors... that again. I may have been in university for a year now but I was still not any closer to picking and area that really interested me.

I'd started as a finance major, then discovered a hatred for numbers. Moved to a science major but just wasn't feeling it.

Now however I really think I've picked the right on.

"Well Sir, I think that a don't really fit as a scientist. I've fought really long about it over the summer break and I'd like to move to a Arts major."

Professor Aldeson look at me, gave me a hard stare.

"Very well then. I'll sort out the paperwork. But be aware Ms Carter I won't be doing this again. This is your last time"

I gave him a quick nod in agreement and was dismissed from his office.

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After 17 years of looking at the same thing over and over again with the same ideas about what is occurring before your eyes. Having been shown the differences between rights and wrongs. How could they do this to me...