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By Jon Date: 2002 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.08.15.31.31419]] |
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Every Thursday morning I wake up at 7am sharp. I then begin the process of fighting my way into the shower. One bathroom in each dorm room isn't enough for three people. Fights and arguments follow shortly after. I finish with my shower usually around 8am. After my shower I head over to Commons(a restaurant for the students on campus) and I meet up with my group of friends. I always have a bowl of Frosted Flakes, a glass of milk and orange juice and either an apple or a banana. We usually bitch about midterms and exams and complain about our school, even though we are all secretly grateful that we were accepted. I leave my group of friends around 9am and begin my trek to my Honors English class. I head down the hill that leads to my class and go through a series of hallways and sidewalks that I have made a routine of taking on my way to class. I'm usually ten minutes late, no matter how fast I walk. My Thursday mornings before my English class have pretty much become a routine. Until a few weeks ago. I woke up at the same time and began my usual fight for control of the shower for ten measly minutes. I headed over to Commons and had the same cereal, drink and either an apple or banana, oh I had an apple this time. I then began the process of bitching about our school. But on my way to class I decided to take a different route because I was tired of being late. My friends always told me there was a short cut to my class, to go through the Sociology/Psychology department and through the Art/Drama departments and that I would get to class much earlier. But I'm a hard-headed bastard so I never took their advice, but I was beginning to get tired of being late to class, and the staring and snickering of my fellow classmates as I walked in late was beginning to get annoying. So I began my trek through the Sociology/Psychology department and that's when I spotted a beautiful detour waiting outside of her class. She had dark brown hair, brownish eyes, and a set of legs to die for. She was listening to a CD player and she was quietly whistling to herself. I recognized the tune she was whistling to be one of the songs from one my favorite bands. Oh I had just had to talk to her now! I stopped in my tracks and pretended to look through my book bag. I stood there until she noticed me. She smiled and yelled "Hello!" and everybody in the hallway began to stare at her. She got embarrassed and her face started to turn red. I had to do something to save her so I yelled "Hello!" back to her at the top of my lungs. She smiled and grabbed my shoulder and led me to a corner in the hallway. We talked for what seemed like five minutes, but in reality was actually an hour and a half. We had both missed our morning class, but I didn't mind and I didn't think she did either by the way she was smiling. So now every Thursday I still fight for control for the shower. I still meet up with my friends at Commons and eat the same old breakfast and bitch about the same old things, but now on my way to English class I make a pit stop near her class and we walk together. Sure, we both end up being late, but neither of us has yet to complain. I can't wait until next Thursday! |