While waiting for the lecturer to arrive, I flipped through the schedules in my hand which was given by a lady at the registration counter, a week ago. Since the semester has just begun, there is no rush to finalize on the effective subjects listed, but I would prefer if someone could offer me an orientation, and wonder if there would be any.
The atmosphere turned dead silence when a guy alarmed the rest of his associates that someone was approaching. Wow, everyone appeared to be frantic, holding an uptight face fearing they could give the lecturer a bad first impression.
Indeed, the one stepping in the room was a lady, in her late 40s’. As far as I observed, she is gawking at each and every student that caught in her eyes sight, especially those at the front rows.
She spoke in a well mannered intonation but the language she was using was rather peculiar, something to do with the slang, but I simply couldn’t figure out those coherent words to describe. Somehow rather than not I can judge her as a conservative type, from her attires, and a bad perm. Another gadget, I found interesting was her half-orange-frame dislocated spectacles which doesn’t fit her dark complexion at all.
Later, it is learnt that she will be teaching us economics. She is recognized as Mrs. Locke Butcher. We were, then, asked to flip to chapter one, exactly as what was happening to the outdated elementary school, slipping off my introduction to the rest of the classmates.
In the midst of the lesson, I heard whispers condemning, “How bored rigid it is!” and someone even yawned in the middle of the lesson. While me, I pray the lesson to put a halt right this very second.
The entire first half of the day ended almost in the same manner, except that now I have been introduced to the class and less mind-numbing. My neighbor was a Japanese. She has dark toned glossy hair, chalky pale complexion and introvert. It was relaxing to sit with especially when there are times you treasure silence, trying to concentrate on your assignments.
During break, I managed to know a hand’s full of classmates where we eat together and share some simple jokes. The food here was plentiful but it was sold from £1.50. The figure means a lot to me. Well, with an allowance of £18 a week plus the transportation and miscellaneous fees, I can tell it was rather burdensome and this was just day one.
I looked way, taking a break from reality. Across two long tables, I saw a long amber hair girl walking elegantly towards where Shawn is seated. She appeared to be cool and dazzling, judging from her body language, but her name unknown. I steal glances on them, occasionally, fearing I might have lost anything interesting. But, they seemed to be getting more and more involved in their topic of discussion.
I felt a surge of negligence, as a newcomer here, and some jealousy too. Then suddenly he looked at my direction. I blushed. The tempo was too dramatic until I couldn’t have time to think of anything to react but to appear dumb. He winked at me. I concealed my feelings, pretending to chuckle alongside with the rest of my classmates, gradually looking away.
School continued as usual, after break, and before long it reaches noon. The weather turned rather stuffy and bright. Good gosh! Just imagine how pity commuters like me who need to tramped my way for a few miles, from two destinations, exchanged buses just to reach a place called home.
My sweats are streaming profusely down my spine, forehead and neck resulting from the heat and carbon monoxide from vehicles battling on the road. Hence, I reached out my hanky which has been prepared by my adorable mom, last night.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse on a £50 note fluttering not far away from the spot where I am standing.
“Shall I pick-up the bank note?” whispered my greedy self.
I try not to gaze at it fearing that someone might have noticed. But, I really need the money. School has just started and Mrs. Butcher has just incited us to purchase some additional workbooks – costs about £28. Within one second, I have make up my mind to ‘have possession’ of it.
The atmosphere turned dead silence when a guy alarmed the rest of his associates that someone was approaching. Wow, everyone appeared to be frantic, holding an uptight face fearing they could give the lecturer a bad first impression.
Indeed, the one stepping in the room was a lady, in her late 40s’. As far as I observed, she is gawking at each and every student that caught in her eyes sight, especially those at the front rows.
She spoke in a well mannered intonation but the language she was using was rather peculiar, something to do with the slang, but I simply couldn’t figure out those coherent words to describe. Somehow rather than not I can judge her as a conservative type, from her attires, and a bad perm. Another gadget, I found interesting was her half-orange-frame dislocated spectacles which doesn’t fit her dark complexion at all.
Later, it is learnt that she will be teaching us economics. She is recognized as Mrs. Locke Butcher. We were, then, asked to flip to chapter one, exactly as what was happening to the outdated elementary school, slipping off my introduction to the rest of the classmates.
In the midst of the lesson, I heard whispers condemning, “How bored rigid it is!” and someone even yawned in the middle of the lesson. While me, I pray the lesson to put a halt right this very second.
The entire first half of the day ended almost in the same manner, except that now I have been introduced to the class and less mind-numbing. My neighbor was a Japanese. She has dark toned glossy hair, chalky pale complexion and introvert. It was relaxing to sit with especially when there are times you treasure silence, trying to concentrate on your assignments.
During break, I managed to know a hand’s full of classmates where we eat together and share some simple jokes. The food here was plentiful but it was sold from £1.50. The figure means a lot to me. Well, with an allowance of £18 a week plus the transportation and miscellaneous fees, I can tell it was rather burdensome and this was just day one.
I looked way, taking a break from reality. Across two long tables, I saw a long amber hair girl walking elegantly towards where Shawn is seated. She appeared to be cool and dazzling, judging from her body language, but her name unknown. I steal glances on them, occasionally, fearing I might have lost anything interesting. But, they seemed to be getting more and more involved in their topic of discussion.
I felt a surge of negligence, as a newcomer here, and some jealousy too. Then suddenly he looked at my direction. I blushed. The tempo was too dramatic until I couldn’t have time to think of anything to react but to appear dumb. He winked at me. I concealed my feelings, pretending to chuckle alongside with the rest of my classmates, gradually looking away.
School continued as usual, after break, and before long it reaches noon. The weather turned rather stuffy and bright. Good gosh! Just imagine how pity commuters like me who need to tramped my way for a few miles, from two destinations, exchanged buses just to reach a place called home.
My sweats are streaming profusely down my spine, forehead and neck resulting from the heat and carbon monoxide from vehicles battling on the road. Hence, I reached out my hanky which has been prepared by my adorable mom, last night.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse on a £50 note fluttering not far away from the spot where I am standing.
“Shall I pick-up the bank note?” whispered my greedy self.
I try not to gaze at it fearing that someone might have noticed. But, I really need the money. School has just started and Mrs. Butcher has just incited us to purchase some additional workbooks – costs about £28. Within one second, I have make up my mind to ‘have possession’ of it.
(to be continued)
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