A year of change

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I was some lone rat in the streets of New York just wanting to get screamed or even a pan thrown at me.

Ratatouille got nothing on me.

The professor went on and on, and all I managed to scribble down in my notebook was the date.

Which may I add, was completely wrong? Since when did we have fourteen months?

My rat mind was off somewhere, busy cooking for Seattle chefs and making an exquisite soup that would make me best friends with a redheaded man.

Maybe Ratatouille was sticking on me. 

I was actually worshipping the twelve gods of Olympus to make time go faster, but I guess they weren't having it. I glanced at the massive clock and groaned.

One minute had passed.

Fifty-five minutes to go.

I wasn't usually this anxious in my classes. Hell, I would usually be interested in whatever came out of the professor's mouth and allow his words to block out any unnecessary daydreaming of mine. 

But as I tried very hard to go to my happy place, I guess my brain wasn't in the mood of daydreaming Ian Somerhalder on the beach with his abs displayed for me.

Gosh, I needed a life.

To think that my anxious mood was all because of a certain someone nudging me from behind with their bigfoot cast on. 

I swear I was so desperate to leave classes I thought of throwing a spitball at the professor's head or something. Like I said, I was a rat in need of being caught and chased away.

The nudging from behind only got worse as I felt a sharp pain jab on my spinal cord, and it took me five prayers to the gods to give me enough willpower and not stab my pencil in bigfoot's injured foot. 

I sighed and leaned to my right, "I need you to send me all your notes." I whispered. The brunette didn't look up from her notebook, instead nodded at me and continued writing as fast as possible to catch up whatever the professor had said.

"Thanks, Nora," 

She shrugged, her pen still moving at a fast rate and I glanced around me noticing everyone was taking notes either in their notebooks or laptops. 

"As you begin to write your essay," Hold up, we have an essay?

"I want you to answer the following question on the board." He grabbed a chalk and started writing.

"We have an essay?" I asked.

"Due in a month," Nora replied. Fantastic.

as he finished writing, he turned around with a smile on his face and I frowned.

 How can people believe in truths without evidence?

Since when did this become a philosophy course? I thought this was English.

"You will notice that historians thrive and spent the rest of their lives looking for evidence to prove our existence, and the way we became in this world. The human mind isn't capable of believing any facts without evidence to provide support. I believe Historians have ruined society in this aspect."

I bit my lip.

"However, this will be your introduction to humanity. This essay is to prove how society and the human mind has developed over time, and who have contributed to these changes. In this essay, you may speak about the interactions humans have with each other, emotions expressed deep within them, and overall thoughts. This will be worth 40% of your final mark."