don’t like him.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “You don’t like him.”
“I don’t,” she repeated.
She definitely liked him.
“I don’t,” Laura’s voice trailed off.
I think she was relieved the conversation was stalled by the arrival of the professor. The first day was just the basics of logging on and then we were allowed to just play with and acquaint ourselves with the programs. Nothing taxing – thankfully.
After class ended, Laura made a hasty retreat. I could tell she didn’t want me to ask any further questions about her crush on Mark. I was in an awkward position as it was. Sure, Paris was still with Mike, but I had a feeling that relationship was on its last leg. If Paris and Mark got together, what would that do to Laura? And what was the deal with Paris and Laura anyway? I made a mental note to question Paris about the relationship when I returned to the dorms later.
Unfortunately for me, the other class that day was Psychology 101. Instead of being in the middle of campus – like the rest of my classes, though – it was on the far edge of campus in one of the older buildings. I had ten minutes to get to class and I figured it would take me that long to get out there so I set out quickly. I didn’t want to be late on my first day – even if it was for a class I was only taking to avoid a real science class.
When I got to Barnes Hall with a few minutes to spare I was relieved. The building was beautiful – and quite different from the other buildings I had attended classes in on campus. Barnes was clearly built decades ago. It was more ornate than the other buildings on campus – complete with two eerie cement gargoyles by the front door. I couldn’t help but like the moss covered walls and quiet atmosphere that surrounded the building, though.
From what I understood, Barnes Hall was mostly empty. The upper floors, in fact, were completely empty. There were only ten rooms still in operation on the main floor. I had no idea why, though. Sure, the building was old, but it was beautiful and full of history. It seemed to me that they would want to utilize the history of the building.
I found my way to my classroom relatively easily and found a seat. I didn’t know anyone in the class – which was actually a relief for me. This way I could just sit with my thoughts and pretend I was interested in psychology.
Once the professor entered the classroom, though, I realized this was probably going to be the worst class on my slate this semester – and that included math. The professor was a middle-aged woman with a pinstriped power suit and a bored expression on her face. When she started the lecture, I realized it was straight out of the textbook. Word for word, in fact. This was clearly a professor that was only here for a paycheck. If it was a class I cared more about, I would have probably been irritated. Since it was a class I was taking just for credits, though, I tamped that irritation down. At least I wasn’t going to have to tax myself in this class. Everything was in the textbooks. I would be fine.
When class was over, I waited until the rest of my classmates had filed out before I left. I wanted to look around the old building – although I didn’t know exactly why. There was just something about the architecture that was calling to me – and it wasn’t the classes held inside its hallowed walls.
The building had cleared out pretty quickly – which I was thankful for. I plodded down the hall, glancing into classrooms as I went. All of them were empty, though. When I made it to the end of the hall, I found a set of locked glass doors and a stairwell that led upstairs.
There was nothing else here, I guess. Oh well. It was still a beautiful building. I moved to head back down the hall and leave when I heard a terrific crash. I froze when I heard the noise and glanced around for the source of it. It had been a loud bang – like the sound of a door slamming. All the doors in the
“Okay,” I nodded. “You don’t like him.”
“I don’t,” she repeated.
She definitely liked him.
“I don’t,” Laura’s voice trailed off.
I think she was relieved the conversation was stalled by the arrival of the professor. The first day was just the basics of logging on and then we were allowed to just play with and acquaint ourselves with the programs. Nothing taxing – thankfully.
After class ended, Laura made a hasty retreat. I could tell she didn’t want me to ask any further questions about her crush on Mark. I was in an awkward position as it was. Sure, Paris was still with Mike, but I had a feeling that relationship was on its last leg. If Paris and Mark got together, what would that do to Laura? And what was the deal with Paris and Laura anyway? I made a mental note to question Paris about the relationship when I returned to the dorms later.
Unfortunately for me, the other class that day was Psychology 101. Instead of being in the middle of campus – like the rest of my classes, though – it was on the far edge of campus in one of the older buildings. I had ten minutes to get to class and I figured it would take me that long to get out there so I set out quickly. I didn’t want to be late on my first day – even if it was for a class I was only taking to avoid a real science class.
When I got to Barnes Hall with a few minutes to spare I was relieved. The building was beautiful – and quite different from the other buildings I had attended classes in on campus. Barnes was clearly built decades ago. It was more ornate than the other buildings on campus – complete with two eerie cement gargoyles by the front door. I couldn’t help but like the moss covered walls and quiet atmosphere that surrounded the building, though.
From what I understood, Barnes Hall was mostly empty. The upper floors, in fact, were completely empty. There were only ten rooms still in operation on the main floor. I had no idea why, though. Sure, the building was old, but it was beautiful and full of history. It seemed to me that they would want to utilize the history of the building.
I found my way to my classroom relatively easily and found a seat. I didn’t know anyone in the class – which was actually a relief for me. This way I could just sit with my thoughts and pretend I was interested in psychology.
Once the professor entered the classroom, though, I realized this was probably going to be the worst class on my slate this semester – and that included math. The professor was a middle-aged woman with a pinstriped power suit and a bored expression on her face. When she started the lecture, I realized it was straight out of the textbook. Word for word, in fact. This was clearly a professor that was only here for a paycheck. If it was a class I cared more about, I would have probably been irritated. Since it was a class I was taking just for credits, though, I tamped that irritation down. At least I wasn’t going to have to tax myself in this class. Everything was in the textbooks. I would be fine.
When class was over, I waited until the rest of my classmates had filed out before I left. I wanted to look around the old building – although I didn’t know exactly why. There was just something about the architecture that was calling to me – and it wasn’t the classes held inside its hallowed walls.
The building had cleared out pretty quickly – which I was thankful for. I plodded down the hall, glancing into classrooms as I went. All of them were empty, though. When I made it to the end of the hall, I found a set of locked glass doors and a stairwell that led upstairs.
There was nothing else here, I guess. Oh well. It was still a beautiful building. I moved to head back down the hall and leave when I heard a terrific crash. I froze when I heard the noise and glanced around for the source of it. It had been a loud bang – like the sound of a door slamming. All the doors in the
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