It's a normal day in October. I am cycling to uni, feeling the wind playing with my hair. It's only fifteen minutes, and I always go by bike even though I could take the bus. I can slowly wake up instead of sitting next to annoying people who are talking, calling and listening to loud music. Even my friends think I am crazy but I have never quit a day on my bike. Before I realize, I arrive at the big, grey building. I park my bike and walk towards the entrance. I am a little too early, as usual, so I hope my friends arrive soon. I started studying art history a little over a month ago. I choose art history simply because I like making art, but I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with it when I finish it.
I am waiting for ten minutes before I finally hear my friend Amira yelling my name to say hello. I laugh and give her a quick hug, ignoring the people staring at us. We talk a bit about our weekends, but it turns out we both didn't actually do that much. Soon I feel someone running-jumping into me, and I immediately know it is Ashley. Both Ashley and Amira are friends from my study. They're both sweet but more outspoken and partyish than I am. Besides them, I have only 2 friends left from high school. I know it's not that much but they are all good friends and I completely trust them. Even though they don't do the same study, I am happy they go to the same university so we can still see each other.
With my two art buddies I walk to our first class. Mrs Smith is standing in front of the classroom with everything prepared, and I know it's going to be a long two hours. She has endless presentations about Greek and Roman sculptures, and that's not exactly the type of art where I am interested in. what makes it worse is that you have to be quiet and write every single word down, or you have to come back in the afternoon. It's even worse than my high school teachers. Once I just looked out of the window because I was tired, and she started yelling at me that I should pay attention because I am here to learn and not to sleep. Might be true but it doesn't help me enjoy the class a little more.
Slowly the other students walk into the room. We have our own spot on the right side of the class, the last two rows. This time I am sitting alone, but we always switch every class so I don't mind. A lot of people look extremely tired today, so I guess there was a party yesterday. We giggle about two girls who always try to look perfect, but are now wearing sweat pants and didn't put any make up on. Pim, who sits down in front of me, turns around. "What's so funny?" My laughing soon disappears because I really dislike this guy. I only spoke to him once, but he was asking way too many questions while staring at me. "Nothing" I quickly reply, grabbing my book and a pen to show I am not interested in a conversation. "Was it about my hair? Is it looking weird or something?" He continues. I roll my eyes and ignore him. On the right side of me I hear someone say "Looks like someone is going on a journey..." I look up and see it was Sam. I slightly giggle, knowing it's a bit mean but funny because Pim has an enormous, bright red trolley with a Ferrari logo. He acts like he didn't hear it but I'm sure he did because he doesn't turn back around to me. I mouth a small "Thank you", getting a high five in respond. I never really talk to Sam but he is always nice to me. Finally, Mrs Smith starts the lesson with her endless story. I try to look as if I am taking serious notes of what she's saying, but in fact I am covering the pages with flowers, hearts, landscapes and lyrics. By the time the lesson is finished, I have written down two songs from begin to end, complete with matching drawings.
