It's always about unfulfilled love, isn't it?
Phoebe saw him from the corner of her eye. He was lying there on the grass as if time had stopped. It seemed like he owned the world.
I wish I had that kind of time.
Actually, I should be going.
Psychology 101.
Psychology is complicated. I hate complicated stuff. It must be boring, too. I'm not expecting anything from this class. Third row...the last row may put an impression that I'm not interested. I do need to focus on this, anyways. One by one, people come in. It's time. That must be the professor. The guy with the brown corduroy jacket with lighter elbow patches. He looks pretty young for a professor. Love his blond hair. His glasses are a black-trimmed classic. Cool. I think I'll like him. He writes his name on the board. Dr. Michael Duran. Where is Duran from? Probably of an English descent? The door swing open and everyone looks at the door. It's that guy. Who lies on the grass to read.
"I'm sorry," he says as he looks at the prof. He looks for empty seats, and sits next to me. Dr. Duran passes out his syllabus and go over the materials. Great, one paper for final and 10 essays. This is crazy. Yikes, I better get moving and not fall into procrastination this time. He, then asks us to go around and introduce ourselves. He starts. My name is Michael Duran. I got my Masters in Psychology from Berkeley. And I did my grad work in Memory Synthesis from Stanford. I took this Psychology class when I was an undergrad, and I was hooked ever since. A Californian. That must be where he got his sun-burned hair. Probably have been a surfer dude. "Are you married?" Someone blurts out. There are quiet laughs. "No." "Do you have a girlfriend?" The moron persists. "Yes." There is a wave of "ugh~~". "Okay, then. Let's start from this side of the room." "Hi. I'm Stacy Benningham." and her voice fades away. I wonder if he really has a girlfriend, or if he just said that to deter students from dating him. "I'm Georgio Zuchini. Yes, my last name is a vegetable. And I'm majoring in Philosophy." There's laughter. Actually, ZUchini sounds very unvegetarian right now. So, an Italian guy, interesting. "I'm Phoebe Brite. And I'm in fine art." "What is your area of expertise?" Dr. Duran asks. "I really like pottery." "Very nice. Next." I wonder if I was the only one asked, or was I not paying attention? Everyone is introduced, and he says we'll do an activity. Isn't it time to go already? Some stand to go out the door. "Wait, wait. We have about three minutes." This guy really know how to fill in the time, doesn't he? "For those of you standing, keep standing, the rest, get up." Shuffles. "I'd like you to close your eyes and grab someone next to you." Is this fear or terrible excitement I'm feeling? I close my eyes and just let my hands hang. Georgio's cool hand grabs mine loosely. My other hand - I don't care. "I want you to imagine that we're one big giant... blob." There are big laughs. Only a Californian would able to pull something like this off. "Okay, open your eyes. Good bye." I open my eyes and let go of his cool hand only to find that it wasn't Georgio, but some old guy. He smiles back at me. His yellowed teeth a tow. I smile politely back, but I cringe inside. Where is that Georgio? He's gone to the front of the class holding Stacy's hand! Well, I'll have another chance, won't I? It seems like this prof. likes doing activities like these. What was this activity for anyway? Californians, they don't make sense. I gather my things and get ready to head out the door. I see Georgio talking to the prof. Something about papers. I don't know.
I see him again lying there reading on the great grass. And he suddenly looks up. He looks around as if he had just landed back from wherever he was. I wonder if he's reading porn. He looks at me, and I look quickly away. And start walking, walking fast. To my Psychology class. I'll see you there, won't I?
We're getting our first essays back today. I wonder how I did. Because I've really spent a lot of time trying to make it sound good. 'The working theories that reflects the times are...' I understand how a society in an era come up with psychologic needs, and the theories that address those needs become popular or cast rediculous. Anyways, I think I deserve an A.
