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I didn't know whether or not I was allowed to blog a personal work, it doesn't have much correlation with what we are studying. But it does focus on isolationism and has themes similar to Prufrock, kinda. I will ask you in class if it is okay. Alright now I am just rambling.

Lua

A cheesy romance .

By Svennie.

We sat in a perfectly symmetrical classroom, the desks impeccably aligned; the temperature a comforting 72 degrees, all staring at the white board which somehow always managed to stay a flawless white. Even the scent of the room had a comfortable feel to it, it was sort of a mix between vanilla and amber and every time I walked in I was overcome with a sense of serenity. Our teacher’s monotone voice echoed throughout the history classroom, doing injustice to the bloody battles that were once fought, Mrs. Whitford was the definition of a boring teacher. She was old and had greyish brown hair and she didn’t pay much mind to the kids in the back who joked and fooled around. She did her job and no more. Our classroom was on the fourth floor, overlooking the campus, making it hard to concentrate. I would start with my eyes focused on Mrs. Whitford but over time they would glaze over to the bright green grass just past the window, despite my hardest attempts to remain engaged.

“And class that is how the Kansas Nebraska act led to the emergence of the republican….”

My mind wandered to spring break, while all the other students will be partying and having a good time I will be at home getting yelled at by my father and studying. It’s always difficult visiting him, he’s constantly urging me to come yet he never seems to want me there when I do. He’s never quite been the same since he came back from his tour in the Middle East, but I never understood why. It doesn’t matter to me, we were never close and talking with him consists of him trying to get me to join the military. He doesn’t understand that I’ve never wanted that life, never have never will.

“…and on that note, class is over, have a good day students” Mrs. Whitford opened the door, smiled and let us go. I slouched my way down stairs to the college café.

“One Mango smoothie” I handed the cashier a five, waited for my change and sat down on a stool nearby. I could hear thunder rolling in from far off and smiled. I loved rain. I rested my head in my open palms; eyes fixed at the little bits of mango inside my smoothie and began to doze off.

I woke up to the cashier muttering something to me but I shut it out and listened to the rain instead. She spoke a little louder then, this time while clutching my shoulder, “Sir you are going to have to leave.” I frowned; the thought of returning to my empty dorm destroyed me. I always felt uneasy whenever my roommate Sam left early for vacation. I don’t know, there’s just something about being in there alone that gets to me.

“Could I stay for a little longer?” She looked puzzled and seriously considered letting me stay for a moment, but then shook her head slowly; a silent decline. She looked down as if not being able to meet me in the eye. “No I don’t think I can do that I am really sorry.” Then I really looked at her for the first time and I noticed how tired her eyes looked and how messy the place still was. It would be unfair of me to stay, so I gathered my things and got up, slurping down the last of my smoothie. And with a heavy sigh I zipped up my coat up, clenched my fists and trudged out of the warmth and into the storm.

I seemed to ignore the rain as it drenched my backpack and clothes. It wasn’t ever a long walk to my dorm, but the fact that Sam wasn’t going to be there saddened me. I walked right by the college cafeteria and looked up to the right to where my dorm was supposed to be, I could see through the window that the light was off and I knew that the clean dark room would be a source of loneliness. Instead of walking the two minute trip to my dorm, I decided to head into the city. I sat down on a wet bench waiting for the campus bus; I knew the bus would take at least twenty minutes to get to me so I let my mind wander on to the Bio Medical Engineering tests that were going to be needed to study for. Amidst the countless facts and thoughts circling in my head the bus arrived.  The first thing I noticed was the worn down and tired look of the bus driver, she had her eyes closed and asked me for my money, her voice was raspy and exhausted. Sorrow filled my heart and the urge to help her kicked in, instead of reaching into my pocket and handing her the three dollars for the bus ride I reached into my backpack, grabbed my wallet, and handed her a twenty. I began to search for a seat but the lady interrupted me “hey you got me a twenty dollar bill lemme get chu change for that”.