Cloudy With A Chance of Cliché

Hi, I'm Terms and Conditions.

University was a bitch.

That was all I had to contribute to the vivid fantasies everyone seems to harbor about university. 'Everyone' consisting of people who haven't had their stereotyped movie-promoted illusions of parties, booze, individuality and wild sex shattered by the harsh reality of actually experiencing university for what it is: an enormous void that sucks the spirit and self-esteem out of you  (and makes you pay through your nose for the enriching experience yipeee).

Well, 'experience' would be a mild exaggeration, this being my second day in Harlington University and only the first of attending classes of my field of interest, Chemical Engineering.

But seriously, allow me to warn you that it hardly lives up to what you expect it to be. Take me, for example. I was already getting warmed up to being ignored. If these two  days were a demonstration of how the remaining four years of my life are going to be spent, I might as well could have changed my name to "Terms And Conditions" for the sake of fitting in to the perpetually disregarded image.

  A university girl feeling anonymous. Who am I? What am I doing wrong? What do I have to be noticed by the opposite sex without changing my uniquely rebellious ways that will eventually lead to the most popular guy on campus taking an interest in me? Blah blah blah. But don't worry, this story isn't about that. I'll try not to bore you.

It's not like I'm not completely used to being brushed aside, I have been noticed, if not acknowledged fully. One of the perks of being tall is that you end up being seen. But as I had mentioned previously, I felt as ignored as internet explorer in a world surrounded with Google Chromes and Safaris. I knew this kinda shit happened to everyone when they started university so I adopted the 'fug that' attitude which came all too naturally to me.

In moments like these, Olive Penderghast's wise words come to me. 'If Google Earth were a guy, he wouldn't find me if I was dressed up as a ten-story building.'

In case you were wondering, I'm Alexis. Alexis Fox. Commonly referred to as Alex. I'd like to think of myself as a non-conformist, self righteous, fangirl extraordinaire who's probably too much of a bitch for her own good.  I, unlike most teenagers these days, happen to like who I am, thank you very much.

Also, I generally hate first person. But you know what? This story is about me. So suck it up you pansycakes and keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.

I went on my wayward way to the main building where I had math class. People around me were shuffling off to their own classes, some looking as peppy and pretty, like they belonged to the cheer leading squad in high school (I wanted to murder them. No one deserves to be that happy in the morning), whereas some looked like they were dragging their souls behind like an old worn out coat ( my type of people).

The campus was pretty, lined with gardens which supported freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers, with a wide array of large buildings. This campus was vast and actually happened to live up to its' picturesque postcards online. It had a great sports facility, tracks, ancient buildings and heck, it even had a lake.
The only thing the online advertisements didn't include, however, were the thoroughly spread out pandemonium of students, wrapping their way into every nook and cranny of the 600 acre campus. Great.

The song Just Another Brick In The Wall played in the speakers inside my head with the volume full on, as I walked up to class, continuously shuffling the books I'd just borrowed from the library in my hands,  the world oblivious to me, as I was to it.

 Maybe not paying attention to my surroundings while walking wasn't the brightest idea, unless you like having an armpit stuffed in your face, right after you fall smack on your butt with a guy weighing a dozen tractors nearly killing you. If you do, then know that I'm secretly questioning your life decisions.