/Rowan/
"Excuse me Miss,but my first class isn't supposed to be creative writing."
"I'm very sorry dear,what class were you supposed to be in."
"Fine Arts."
"That class is full,but I will let you know when there is an opening,for now just stay in your current class."
"Thank you for your help." I turned eyeing the handle of the door before pressing the handicap button,and allowing the door to open automatically.
I knew I should've chosen a college whose focus was mainly on art. Thus having enough options artistically wouldn't have been much of problem. I gazed down at my schedule,and hoped that if I glared at it long enough I could burn my position out of that class.
I love art,if my VanGogh-themed dress doesn't scream it,you can bet that I will write it out for you in capitalized letters,and an overzealous statement.
But I also had this nagging need for every thing to be as perfect as I can make it. Which is why I was basically sprinting to a class I was 5 minutes late for.
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I stepped through the door of my classroom hoping to not make any unnecessary noise to draw attention to myself.
I slid into the closest seat as soon as the door had closed.
"What is writing?" The professor began,she didn't seem to be expecting an answer as she proceeded to respond to her own question. "When I was in college my professor opened the classroom discussion with the same inquiring question. And my class responded the same way you did. Blank stares of students who were only eager to figure when they could leave. Me included,so our first assignment was to ask 20 people what writing meant to them. And when we returned many said "Writing is self-expression,or communication,or hard work. But the one response that caused the most uproar was from a student who everyone believed was a lost cause. He said,writing is a socially accepted form of schizophrenia.""
"That's so stupid." I mumbled to myself.
"I'm sorry,Miss-" She turns and scans her roster before turning her attention back towards me. "Tanner,I don't believe my discussion asked for an opinion,but nonetheless I would be happy to hear yours.
"I was just saying how stupid that statement was."
"Please explain."
"Schizophrenia is an emotional breakdown caused by hallucinations or paranoid beliefs." Believe me I know.
"And you don't believe that that can be applied to writing in any way?"
"Absolutely not." Her speech was only slightly interesting to me,just enough to grab my attention,but not enough to keep it.
"Does anyone else agree with Miss Tanner?" I followed her eyes around the room as no one else dared to challenge her quoted statement. "Does anyone disagree?" Once again no hands were raised except for one.
"Mr. Styles,what is your view on Miss Tanner's opinionated statement?"
"The definition of Schizophrenia that was previously given is indeed the general definition,but the key word there is 'general'. Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that clouds your ability to tell the difference between reality and your imagination. Does that not sound like writing to you,creating a world where you can have certain things occur in environments you never thought possible,enveloping yourself into a realm where anything can happen. Reaching the point where you don't know what reality means anymore. Your own written dream of an escape."
"I prefer to create a world through art." I respond,unable to come up with a snarky reply to his beautiful statement.
"Then why are you taking Creative Writing?"
"My schedule got mixed up."He seemed to have lost interest in our conversation when he realized I hadn't chosen this classroom.
"Too bad 'Little Miss Artist' couldn't have provided a more enthralling argument."
"I'm sorry to disappoint." I jerked my grey eyes away,from his green motioning for our professor to continue the lesson.
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The bell rang,ending our class,but beginning another. And it was no surprise that I was the first one ready to leave,but before I even reached the door Professor Monaé called me to her desk,joining the student who had challenged me from earlier.
"Miss Rowan Tanner this is Mr. Harry Styles."
"Mr. Harry Styles,Miss Rowan Tanner."
I scoffed at his outstretched hand.
"Sorry don't want to be judged on the way I shake hands."
He merely smirks,and let's his hand fall to his side.
"You two managed to make this the most enjoyable first class introduction for me,Miss Tanner no one in my years of teaching has ever questioned my methods,and Mr. Styles no one has provided such a descriptive and moving speech on that quote for me. But I believe you two need to broaden your horizons to other interests."
"I'm actually very comfortable with my current interest Professor Monaé."
"You can either take up the alternative assignment or you can interview 20 individuals on their views of writing."
"What's the assignment?"
"Initially you'll be choosing the finished product yourselves,but I want the two of you to experience each others majors. Spend a week exploring each other's worlds,and then bring me your finished assignment with as much time it takes to complete it.You can choose now if you please or at the end of the following week just let me now what each of you have chosen and you will announce it to me then. You are dismissed."
...Isn't this just my lucky day.
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