On Monday, I attend my first classes. Introduction to Film and Television and Big History. It’s mostly all basic stuff. We’re introduced to lecturers, encouraged to make friends and told what this semester will entail.
In Intro to Film and TV I have the pleasure of meeting my tutor Watson. He’s not yet thirty and yet he acts like a fifty year old man, one that still hasn’t got laid. His eyes are more focused on the girls in the class than discussing the course guide. A few times I wanted to wave my hand in front of his face and ask him if he was okay. I’ve nicknamed him Watson the Wanker. Creative, I know.
Big History is boring. I sit next to a tall girl with wild curly hair who introduces herself as Macey. She takes notes diligently while our lecturer whose name I’ve missed prattles on about the Big Bang. He’s funny but he’s almost trying too hard and it makes me slightly uncomfortable. Nothing is worse than a person who is trying to be funny. Even when they succeed.
I want to focus on classes, on meeting my peers but all I can think of is Natalie. She woke up this morning and went to breakfast, did her hair, smiled and worried about what today would entail. I tried bringing up counsellors, support groups but she brushed me off. Says she’s fine. I know she’s not. I heard her crying herself to sleep last night. I saw the way her hands shook as she put her books in her bag this morning.
I expected everyone to make a big deal about what happened in the cafeteria yesterday but other than a few stares and Max and Laurel questioning me extensively no one really cared. It’s not like high school where one outburst will define your whole image. People don’t pay as much attention. They forget.
“That was boring.” I say to Macey once our lecture is finished. She tilts her head sideways and gives me a long, questioning look.
“I thought it was rather informative actually.” She caps the lid on her pen. Ah so she’s one of those. An eager beaver. A learner. Maybe I’ll sit next to someone else next week.
I leave quickly, making a beeline for the cafeteria for lunch. I’m starving. I grab a sandwich and a soda and find Laurel and Max who are sitting with a short chubby. They introduce me, her name is Abby and she’s in their Psych class.
I sit down next to her. “I’m Kat.”
“Nice to meet you.” She says grinning, she has a sweet face. She looks like the type of person that gets along with everyone. But appearances can be deceiving.
“Have you guys seen Natalie? I’ve been texting her but no answer.” I ask Laurel and Max.
They shakes their heads, Laurel says, “I think she might still be in class.”
I nod. “You guys finished for the day then?”
“Nope, I’ve got Statistics after this and Max has lab.” Laurel says.
“Suckers.” I say popping the top on my soda.
“Being a science major sucks.” Max complains. “Too many extra classes.”
“Come to the dark side and do English.” I say.
“No way, I want a job when I leave this place.” Max says laughing. “What about you Abby, what are you going to major in?”
“Honestly, I have absolutely no idea.” She says. “I’m just going to ride this year out, see where it takes me.”
“Good idea.” I say “In fact probably very sensible.”
“Thanks,” she says pleasantly.
We finish lunch and I go back to my room. I find Natalie there, she’s lying on her bed, face to the wall. I hear sniffling.
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Romance"Once upon a time there was a girl. She was an idiot. The end." Katarina Elizabeth Ryan, a self confessed heart breaker, lover of doughnuts and a worshipper of felines is about to have the strangest year of her life. College, the experience she's be...
