Adulthood University-On hiatus

Chapter 2

The rest of the weekend was rather uneventful. I mostly hung out in my room and tried to ignore Chelsea. Elena did come over at one point, but after a lot of pointed glares from Chelsea, she left, and I was back to boredom.

Finally, Monday came. The start of classes. I still had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, but I had to take a bunch of general education classes the first year, anyway, so I had some time to decide.

On my docket of classes this semester, was a writing class, introduction to chemistry, world history, and an acting class. Of all of those, I was looking forward to the writing class the most, and the acting class the least. I was pretty ambivalent about the other two.

I had always loved to write. It came with my love of reading, I supposed. I was excited to get to improve my skills and actually spend time doing something I was interested in. As for acting, I hated being in front of crowds. The idea of performing, even just in front of my class, made me want to throw up.

I managed to group my classes, so I never had too much going on in a given day. I was taking writing and chemistry on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and history and acting Monday and Wednesday. At Leewood University, they didn't offer any classes on Fridays. It was meant to be a day to catch up or spend time working a job.

It was nearly time for my history class, so I packed up my stuff and headed over to the humanities building. All the literature, writing, languages, and history classes were held in that building. It was where I would be taking my writing class, as well.

I arrived at the room early and scoped it out for the best possible place to sit. I was the only one there, so I had my pick. The room was large, with about fifty seats spread throughout the room. No posters were adorning the walls, which confirmed my suspicion that the rooms were used interchangeably to teach different subjects. Multiple whiteboards were hung up on each wall, and there was a projector screen located at the front. I opted to take a seat near the middle of the room with easy access to an aisle.

Seconds after I sat down, another person entered the room. I glanced back at them, afraid it would be Freddie, but thankfully, it was some random girl I had never met before. She smiled in my direction but chose a seat on the other side of the room. Slowly, the rest of the students trickled in, and the class began not long after.

The professor was fine. He wasn't particularly exciting, but he didn't speak in a monotone, so I was thankful for that. History can be very dull to me, and I would have struggled even more if the professor's voice put me to sleep.

The class itself lasted about an hour and forty minutes with a short five-minute break near the middle. By the time the break arrived, I was starting to drift, so I took the opportunity to take a short walk outside the classroom.

The hallways were not particularly impressive either. Posters were hanging up all over the place, but they weren't for anything fun. It was all academic-related. For instance, I saw posters explaining the benefits of taking your papers to the writing center and another suggesting you see an academic counselor if you are struggling to figure out your major. That second one may not have been a terrible idea, actually.

Time dwindling down, I made my way back and took a seat. By the end of class, I had taken several pages of notes. I was already beginning to worry about how I was going to keep up with all four of my classes. Then the homework announcement came. We were to read the next two chapters of the textbook and take copious notes before our next meeting. A collective groan rang out in the classroom, but the professor paid us no mind. He finished gathering his belongings and left the room.

"Well, this class is going to be a downer," one of the students next to me muttered.

"Yeah, I hope the rest aren't like this," I replied.