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Chapter 1- Anthropology

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Jenna woke up ready for her classes of the day. She heated the fact that she was going to take organic chemistry, seriously that’s going to suck. What she was excited about was her cultural class, she had always been interested in understanding people from an anthropological perspective even though she was a biological illustration major.

She brushed her long wavy black hair, put on some torn back jeans and a silk cream color shirt. No more time to dwell in the mirror. She took a bus to campus and walked to the chemistry building. She was thankful she knew the campus so well because had she been a freshmen she would have gotten lost as soon as she got out of the bus. But Jenna was a sophomore, now she never got lost… even when she was half asleep because it was 8am and she had to get to the farthest building ever.

Chemistry sucked to say the least, everyone in class had a bored and confused expression as they look at their professor explain what they were going to learn the rest of the semester. She told herself that she needed to sit in the front for this class or else she was going to fall asleep. She didn’t care if people thought she was nerdy, this was not high school, no one pinned you as anything because no one really gave a flying fuck.

After that soul sucking chemistry class she headed to her illustration class, that’s what she called all of the classes directly related to her illustration major.  After that class she grabbed something to eat at the Memorial Union, all state universities are supposed to have one to commemorate fallen soldiers. After eating and watching an episode of Battlestar Gallactica she headed off to her anthropology class.

She entered the large lecture hall and scouted for a good spot to claim. She sat in the third row to the right side of the room, away from the door.  She didn’t like to be close to the door, especially if the for exams. The hall started to get noisy as students streamed in.

A few minutes to the start of class and the professor arrives. Her eyes almost fell out at the sight. The man was barely over twenty six, he was handsome to say the least, with a strong jaw and refined nose. He could also dress both sexily and appropriate which was a talent few men ever have. He was wearing mustard colored pants with a long-sleeved black linen shirt, he had his sleeves rolled up and one button undone. His hair was a dark blond, almost chocolate but not there yet.

He was setting up his laptop and PowerPoint as she inspected him.

 He looked up to scan the class and his green eyes fell on her. He looked at her for a few seconds as if trying to figure her out, but he just shook his head and worked on configuring his mic.

He turned on the microphone and stared to talk. “One, two, one Two” he said testing the technology. People salted down prepared for the class to start. “Okay, so if you’re here I suppose you know this is Cultural Anthropology 203 or anthro 203. If you don’t know what that is you are probably in the wrong class, so get out now, or wait till class is over.” He said in a deep voice. The class was silent then someone from the sixth row stood up and walked hastily down to the door.

“Well then, introductions. My name is Kilian Jacobs, but you may all call me Dr. Jacobs, I think I worked hard enough for that title. I am an anthropologist, painter, musician, writer, a social activist and I love to travel. ” he paused and changed the slide on his PowerPoint “as you have read on your Syllabus, I will not accept late homework but if you need an extension for an assignment you will have the opportunity to do so for three works, I also expect you to take extensive notes for this class because the power points as you will see, have very little information and I won’t send them out” he went on to explain more technical things about the class.  But all Jenna could focus on was on how handsome this man was.