Why me? Why them?

Chapter 5 - Group hugz - Sharayah

The week had been hectic. No questions asked.

I had to basically rush around like a headless chicken in a collage, one end of the collage to the next, from going to lecturer, to teacher, to professor, to computers, to classrooms, to clubs, to work and my dorm, only to repeat the next day. And the next, and the next, learning how to analyse and apply what we find in art symbolism, how the artwork was created, how to apply that to our work, writing our Artist Statements, submitting those exact things...

Let's just say, when it was Friday, nothing felt better than walking out of that last classroom and out into the garden, knowing that I was one week closer to finishing the year, with only a week away from holidays.

Until I have to work for the holidays, but that's nothing compared to collage.

Annnnd until my worry starts to kick in.

What if I missed something? I most likely forgot to add that sentence! Crap! I think I wrote that whole paragraph wrong! I'm not going to pass! AHK, I think I forgot to- nonono, I did that... but what if I didn't? It would be too late to submit it! AH!

Sharayah, how 'bout you look at the bright side? You now only need to worry about James's plan of fun this weekend.

Wait...

OOOOOOO! I ALMOST FORGOT!!! THAT'S TOMORROW! DID I PACK MY STUUF? AHK!!

I barely noticed the baffled looks of other students as they glanced at a rushing red headed dwarf breeze past them. I swear my hair looked like an actual flame, lively and swirling and thrashing at the air. But speed was never really my thing, I was quickly running out of breath even when my legs felt like they could run for miles. If I just somehow figured out how to breathe when running so I don't run out of breath so fast, I might've actually had a chance at all those cross countries in high school...

So, I took a tiny break, never really stopping completely, taking deep breaths, and taking the time to appreciate the sculptures, heading for the female dormitories. Bounding up the stairs by taking two at a time, my legs finally begged me to slow down. Taking even deeper breaths to try and calm my heart down, as I heard it helps you catch your breath or something, I dunno, I got that from a book. Well anyway it seemed to help.

The doorknob felt like a piece of ice, collecting the steam or fog from the heat of my hands, I swear once or twice I could see my breath, A shiver escaping the bounds of black track pants, long sleeved grey shirt and a nice light pink hoodie, seriously, this country is basically made out of ice compared to back home, with its lovely beaches and sun. and the occasional bush fire. Here, it sometimes snows! It SNOWS!

Sadly, I wasn't greeted with instant warmth like in the classrooms, Collage was hefty in price, and I didn't want to leave the air-con on heater. And besides, I really need to know if I packed my things, I know I prepped for it, like the basic things, but what about books? My sketch books? Torches? Marshmallows? Hot chocolate! OH and my coloring supplies! My feet seemed to take me everywhere, the cold seeping into my bones, my face starting to redden, the smell of drying paint wafting in the air, collecting everything I wanted to bring with me. Shoving the items into my camping bags, they felt rough but strong, and they looked like two light pink messes, one with stains on its bottom from food spillages or drinks, the other having had one zip broken from over stuffing and both smelled like burning wood, but other than that, I continued to pack packets of powdered hot chocolate, chips, and Crunchie's all in the first pink bag, if anything in that bag spills or melts again, at least the stains there can cover it, and placed everything else into the larger and fatter bag.

I then take everything back out and make sure I have everything.

Yeah, I know, it's annoying but I gotta make sure.