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Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
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There is nothing in this world louder than silence.
Silence speaks volumes any human language lacks to properly convey; as feelings, and what a person is holding onto in their souls, are sometimes too complex for anyone to comprehend. It is weird, Jackie had thought on more occasions than one, that it seems humans have a word for absolutely everything. A word for the scent outside after it has rained (petrichor), a person who is pleasant to hug (evancalous), and even a term for a person who reads too much (bibliobibuli). And still it is hard to properly articulate your feelings; still it is hard to break the silence and use your words, even when the English language – or any language – provide you of so many.
Jackie felt the weight of the silence in the seminar room in the Antonin Artaud Building, the home for Arts Studies at Battersea, University of London. Today, Jackie was waring black and white vertical striped trousers, fastened with a black belt at the top. Along with it was a grey tee shirt, and her usual black vans, hair in a ponytail and a light layer of make-up on. She had walked here alone, for some reason completely forgetting that Finn, her flatmate, was also a Music student. He did not seem to be in this seminar, however, and Jackie wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about that. However, she decided not to dwell on her feelings for too long, as doing so would only lead to her overthinking, and overthinking led to panic attacks.
She looked around the room. The lecturer was already standing by his desk, looking through something on his laptop, glasses low on his nose and his grey hair neatly pulled back with gel. Chairs were placed in a half circle, the blackboard and instruments in front of them, along with a single chair Jackie guessed was for their lecturer. Almost all the seats were taken, except for the ones on either side of Jackie. Hoping to earn some friends by forcing people to sit beside her, so maybe they could take the first step and talk to her so she didn't have to embarrass herself and talk to them first, she had seated herself in the middle – or top – of the half circle. By doing so, people had started at the very edge of the circle and made their way up, but none had come to sit beside Jackie, and she felt right stupid for it. The seminar room was filled up except from those two spots. Why was she always such a wuss? Why couldn't she just open her mouth and speak for once?
