Senior Year cont...

The first couple days of class always seemed to be the longest. After hearing the same university policies as the day before, Ashling found Suduko was a better alternative to pass her time. She was doing better in her courses ever since she had developed a new system for remembering information. This mainly included the overuse of sticky notes. Ashling had also learned that if she read test material immediately before an exam, she could remember everything, just like old times.

She glanced up at the large projector that covered the entire front wall of the classroom. That was the benefits of attending a school of science and engineering. It was always up to date with the latest technology. Finacial Forcasting, Ashling read the large black letters. Well, at least she would be successful in this class. Ashling once again zoned out the professor's words in order to focus more on the world that surrounded her.

Throughout the years, Ashling had come to rely on the power of observation to make it through each day. She buried her head into the newspaper game that sprawled across the university desk in front of her. However, her eyes immediately focused on the girl sitting two seats to her left. Globs of gel held the dyed blonde curls tightly in tact and thick eye liner rested on top of a thick layer of makeup forming perfect black ovals around each eye. Ashling observed that a tight blouse and mini skirt provided a smooth, wrinkle free coating for the girl's body . That kind of preparation for a class at eight in the morning says something about a person.

Feeling the presence of Ashling's stare, the girl sent a quick expression in Ashling's direction. In an attempt to avoid eye contact, Ashling immediately turned her focus on the boy directly in front of her. He was placing the finishing touches on his doodle of the university mascot drawn in the upper right hand corner of his blank notebook. The head of the cardinal, however, was two sizes two large for the rest of its body. Obviously, he was not an artist...or an animal science major for that matter. Without warning, the boy slammed the notebook shut without any consideration for those around him and rose to his feet. He grabbed his belongings and followed the aisle through the exit. No one else seemed to notice his quick getaway. The professor's increased in volume startled Ashling as she shut down the projector and walked to the center of the classroom for a few last minute remarks.

"Alright, see you Wednesday," the professor finished. An uproar of voices immediately filled the auditorium as students rushed to leave, but Ashling remained behind as she pulled her class schedule from her backpack. International Studies, Pearson 214. Great, all the way across campus. Ashling packed up her bag and followed the last of the crowd through the exit.