The drive seemed like it was taking forever.
I looked out the taxi window just in time to see a sign for Sim’s University.
We were getting close.
The taxi driver took the next exit.
I started to feel dizzy.
To be honest, I was on an emotional overload.
Excited one second, nervous the next. Ambitious. Scared. Homesick…homesick?!?
The taxi came to a stop in front of the dorms.
“All ashore who’s going ashore.” the driver chuckled.
I sighed. “I guess that would be me.”
I paid my fair and got my luggage.
Am I really here?
I hid behind the dorm’s bulletin board.
I watched as fellow students arrived. They all seemed nervous too.
I can do this!
I walked into the foyer.
Fresh paint and PineSol filled the air.
I took out the piece of paper with my room number on it.
I found my room and sat my stuff down.
Courageousness took a hold of me.
Unpacking can wait, there are new people to meet!
I mingled a little inside, then stepped outside to the backyard.
“Hey! Wanna pick up that paddle? We got time for a quick game.”
I had never played Ping Pong before…but I was a natural!
I was eager to get to the Student Union building to check out my class schedule, so after a promise to continue, I headed out.
As I walked through the door, I was almost attacked by a llama!
“My apologies!” the school mascot said.
I walked over to the Art Major’s table.
A lady stood up.
“Hi, and welcome. I am Professor Tabitha.”
“Hi. I am Bianca Bluebeard.”
Ah, Bianca. I recall your art submission for enrollment. I look forward to working with you.”
“Thank you, Professor. I am ready to learn.” We chuckled.
I am such a dork!
She handed me my schedule.
Wow. Why did I sign up for this many credits this term?!?
I hope I am ready…
The first day of class was a rainy one.
The fragrant smell of wet grass greeted me as I was running to class.
It was still raining as I ran to my second and third class.
By the time the day was done, it had finally stopped raining, which is good because I was too tired to run back to the dorm.
The next day was lecture day.
I did my best to stay awake.
Some of my classmates were not as successful.
The rest of my day was free.
I found a nice quiet spot by the pond and got out my sketch book.
It was so relaxing and peaceful.
I drew until my hand and fingers cramped up.
Then I found a chair and pulled out a book. It was definitely too nice to go back to the dorm.
Wednesday was another day crammed with classes.
Then came Thursday. Another beautiful day, and we had class outside.
That evening I ventured out.
I found a little pub with a stage and a guitar.
I quickly got into a routine.
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were pretty busy.
Tuesdays, I relaxed by the pond.
Thursdays I went and played guitar.
Time was going by so quickly, mid-term finals were next week!
I felt confident that I was going to ace my tests.
For whatever reason, a few classmates decided to throw a party the night before finals, and I was invited.
The attire was swimwear.
There was no pool.
I shrugged it off and grabbed a drink.
And another and another.
Then my memory gets fuzzy…
I may have drank too much.
The next morning I found myself on a couch.
My head hurt.
The alarm on my cell was going off.
That only meant one thing.
It was time for finals.
I stumbled to get ready and made it to class just in time.
I sat at the desk.
My head was pounding.
The Professor looked at me sternly as she handed me my test.
I looked at the paper and the word blurred together.
I did my best and hurried to the next class, grabbing a bit to eat out of a vending machine.
I finished test two.
The Professor stopped me after class and thanked me for being such a good student.
I felt horrible, and hoped my breath didn’t still smell like it tasted.
One last test.
I was beyond exhausted.
Now to make it to my bed.
I slept most of Saturday.
I am never drinking again!
I was about to enjoy a nice salad when I heard my name.
“Bianca Bluebeard. Here is your report card.”
I was scared to look.
I opened the envelope.
Took out the paper.