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"Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder." (Jalaludin Rumi)
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About one o'clock pm I finished my first two courses, Introduction to Old English Language and Literature by Prof. Patricia Dailey and Dickens, Thackeray, Eliot by Prof. Nicholas Dames. Rumor had it, I overheard from sophomore students, that Prof. Dailey and Prof. Dames were a thing.
I was just wowed. They definitely matched well cause in my first time seeing them in my class separately, I knew that they two were cool prof. So far, there was nothing in their rules which really pressured us as students.
It was just like any other rules such as not coming late even one minute to class, no smartphone except for reasonable case, no plagiarism for any kind of paper, etcetera etcetera etcetera. I was honestly expecting it.In light of the fact that their rules were just like what the other students said on some websites that I search for 'How to life as student in American university' back then when I was still in my hometown, preparing my all to do this on my own.
As I packed all my belonging into my bag after my class finished, I saw Faith with her two friends waiting for me. I was little bit nervous to see a new people which made me unintentionally bit my lower lip while giving Faith a small smile, trying my best not to look that awkward. I admitted to myself that I was not social butterfly kind of person. I thought it has to do with my problem to express my own feeling.
As I walked to Faith, I gave her and her friends a small smile and I said, "Emh, Hi." While I looked at them one by one as I greeted them politely.
"Oh, hi. You are such a shy girl. Anyway, I'm Suzanne with double n. I'm Faith's friend from her high school," Suzanne introduced herself to me while raising her right hand for me to shake it. I unconsciously watched her pretty feature. She was so pretty. She has this short brown hair, pale skin and brown light eyes with two tiny dimple in her two sides of her cheeks.
Different from Suzanne, Faith has long waist black hair with grey eyes and flawless skin. I could tell from this, if Faith was not enrolling in university, I thought she must be a super model right now. Cause you know, she has this model vibe, tall-slim-body that makes any woman could die for. No wonder I had witnessed so many girls eyed her with so much jealousy in their eyes and the guys eyed her and try to hit on her. But, too bad for them, she already has a boyfriend.
As I shook Suzanne's right hand, I said, "emmhhh..", I tried to clear my throat. Saw this hospitality they gave to me, make me more comfortable as I replied Suzanne's words, "I'm Unnisa. But, you can call me Nisa."
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