A new day

Just a ruff draft

Jane woke up in her dorm room, the sun was streaming through her window. She missed this relentless sun. Jane was only planning on spending a week with her family, in reality she stayed a whole month. She was able to keep up on her classes remotely, but she still found herself struggling. She hadn't developed a study group and in class notes had kept her back from receiving full credit. She knew she could make it up by the end of the semester, it just left an uneasy feeling deep inside her.

Jane started her easy day, early morning studying with a warm bowl of oatmeal. The dorms where always a little bit chilly. She loved the way the it seamed to warm her from the inside out. The porridge slid down her throat as she started her reading. Jane took a deep breath and held that comfort before letting it go. It reminded her of home, she didn't quite have enough time away to really miss it and not enough time to forget the comforts.

Oddly history wasn't her strong subject. She had pondered on his subject before. She thought about the difference between mythology and history. Mythology was in a way history passed down from generations through stories. She wondered if traditional history was simple harder for her to grasp the sole of the subject. She missed the beauty in the facts and repetition. Maybe it was too one diminutional. Or maybe she never really connected with the stories. If the quarter landed in its head or tails it was still a quarter. Oddly mythology was relatable in a deep emotional way. There was truth in every story, she found something to love everytime she read and reread them.

Jane remember a time her teachers played roll play with the class. She was studying discrimination through government corruption. They wanted students to understand the injustice of humanity. Maybe she still saw it in almost all socialization. For Jane history was a bloody battle that held a date for her to forget as soon as the class was graded. Dates and names and small summary filled her note book. Jane placed her dirty dish in the sink and headed to class.

Class was mundane at best. She was grateful that her professor stayed on track with the scheduled reading. This was a bonus, she had already read the material, it was less studying for her to do later. Politics was on the point of conversation and she scribbled down the point of view. It quickly went back to the original point at hand which Jane was relieved. Despite her parents strong opinion Jane just found herself drifting through politics opinions with a it is what it is kind of attitude.

Jane thought to herself as she half listened to the lecture. She pondered on the three Gs, god, gold, glory. She was reviewing her notes from the time before when she saw them half written in the corner of her pad. She thought about how many people are still are drawn to the three Gs. Jane wondered what one was her greatest strength and weakness. It only ticked her brain for a second as she wrote a note to herself that it would be a good subject in her essay. She had started the paper and she was feeling that it felt flat. No surprise there how do you get excited about something that speak to you.

The subject had gone off corse before she toned back into the topic at hand. She sat puzzled for only a second before her teacher started to make since again. The professor noticed the puzzled look and turned his attention onto her. Jane definitely didn't enjoy this kind of attention and the only thing she could do was be honest. She apologized and simply said she was pondering the three G's from her notes.

The professor started to throw the chalk up and down in his hand as he walked back a couple steps. Yes this is a good point he said and soon the conversation traveled into a new direction. Half of the class was going to hate her for this later. Her chance of finding a study group was becoming less of an option by every second that passed by. Everyone knew to try and keep him on topic. This was simply because he had a TA that made notes and test questions where based off of these notes. Half the room let out a silent moan as pencils all hit the paper. Jane on the other hand was starting to enjoy the philosophy behind the subject and her essay was going to benefit and in return so would her grade.

Jane packed up her notes and was about to leave to her next class. She felt still and knew that someone must be looking at her. She had an amazing talent of knowing her surroundings. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the tall figure with blond hair. He looked like he blinded into the people next to him. This was the first time she had really noticed him. Jane had a feeling that she had seen him before. She finished with the clip on her bag, as she decided if she should introduce herself. Jane turned to the directions of the mysterious man, but he was gone. Jane shrugged it off for the moment, his image found a cute little corner in her mind to bug her. She knew she had seen him before and maybe she would figure it out in the wee hours of the morning when she was studying.