Pressure [hs au]

9 - Conventional

Word count: 3536

My first day of classes go by all too quickly. I was running late this morning because I hadn't gotten back until close to midnight with Harry and then I instantly went to bed, not getting anything ready ahead of time. 

Problem was, the shuttle left at 7:30 AM and I woke up at 6:57 on the dot.  As a result of me having practically no time to get ready, I was somewhat a mess. I used enough dry shampoo to make it look like I had taken the time to shower, almost, and then did a quick half up bun look. 

I wore dark jeans, a dark shirt, and dark shoes. Only thing showing contrast to my look was my skin. I nearly drop my contacts in the sink three times while getting ready before I successfully get them in my eyes. 

For makeup, I struggled finding any from all the bags I have yet to unpack in my bathroom. I quickly settled on just blending a concealer out instead of using any bb cream or foundation like yesterday. 

I normally don't wear eyeliner ever, but  I drew a thin line around the outside edges of my eyes, extending the line only to right above my iris, fading it out. Next I put a quick coat of mascara on, trying to separate my thick lashes. I used my favorite blush and set my makeup with some translucent powder that I didn't know I had. Nice.

Once I was mostly satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my black jansport and shoved all my art supplies the schedule said I absolutely needed to take the classes I had today. Luckily, I just had three hour long intro classes today.  I dumped the contents of my purse into my backpack before running down to the lobby. 

The wait for the shuttle wasn't very long. People lined up everyday right by a road sign, and  I followed suit.  Once I actually got to the school, it was wild. So many students were all there, walking around in the hallways. It had-to be more than half of the entire student population in that one hall. 

I paid attention to all my professors as they went through the syllabuses, taking small notes when I thought necessary. Nothing went wrong really, and nothing great happened, it was just your typical Monday.

Something I noticed that was a lot different from high school, was that everyone seemed to have a purpose here. Everyone I met really wanted to be at this school. Which made sense considering how there is under 1000 students enrolled. It was pretty hard to get accepted here. I think it's safe to say that I liked being at a private college ten million times more than a public high school. 

My last class ended a little past noon and instead of heading straight back to my apartment on the shuttle, I decided to walk around, finding myself at The Bean.

Luckily all the rain had cleared up yesterday, so I wasn't really worried about getting wet, much less bringing an umbrella.

Usually, The Bean has a huge crowd around it, but right now, it seemed like all the tourists were out to lunch or busy elsewhere. There were only a few stragglers lurking around and taking pictures, so I took advantage of that. 

I sat for the past hour directly under the center. My neck had started to ache a while ago, but I ignored it for the most part. I had luckily brought my sketchbook with me today and a set of pencils. 

The Bean was definitely something; looking up from the center and it gave a reflection of you with an almost ripple effect, making it the current subject of my drawing. From staring up at the center for so long I was able to see the reflections of people walking by. Every now and then someone would stop behind or next to me and watch for a moment. 

Normally I would feel hella awkward with someone watching me draw, but I just wasn't paying attention to them at all really. Strangers seeing my draw was less intimidating than a friend or family member.