Sometimes the smallest gestures...
I remember sitting in the small computer room near the student cafe at University having returned from the Christmas holidays. It was our first day back and our first lecture of 2008, we had sat through an introduction to the concept of the physical history of art. Not overly exciting, but an easy topic, I had been amused at the conviction of the lecturer, as she told us of the drastic dangers of acid rain and pollution to architecture and statues.
It was a little after lunch, and seated in that computer room were LL, N and myself. Computers hugged the walls with a swivel chair at each, and a portruding table in the middle. Facing inwards, N was seated on a chair near the electronic door. He was wearing a wonderfully warm and cosy looking knitted jumper, faded Diesel jeans and his black Puma Clydes. L was sat, holding her plastic Harry Potter glasses, casually on the table in the middle of room. Her Converses barely reached the ground.
I was sat between the two, spinning on my swivel chair, my red backpack squashed between the padding of the chair back and my grey hooded jumper. Along with that grey top, I was wearing a pair of broken in Levis 506 and a pair of Vans trainers. The three of us talked of the summer exams, those scary papers which would determine whether we would see our second year at university. L wondered whether anyone would drop out that year, or whether anyone would fail their exams. She asked both of us whether we would keep in contact with her, were she to drop out. We both replied without hesitation, of course we would.
It seems her curiousity was well placed in a way. I was forced to drop out for this academic year due to my health, and have been told I will start my second year with the current freshers in the year below from next September. Due to my health I have been unable, as of yet, to visit anyone from university, and as such when I received a small parcel in the post from a friend I was taken aback. Upon openeing the parcel, I spotted a pink envelope, within which was a Christmas card signed by most of those friends I unfortunately will not have the chance to graduate with. To say my breath was taken away would be understating the moment.
It was a little after lunch, and seated in that computer room were LL, N and myself. Computers hugged the walls with a swivel chair at each, and a portruding table in the middle. Facing inwards, N was seated on a chair near the electronic door. He was wearing a wonderfully warm and cosy looking knitted jumper, faded Diesel jeans and his black Puma Clydes. L was sat, holding her plastic Harry Potter glasses, casually on the table in the middle of room. Her Converses barely reached the ground.
I was sat between the two, spinning on my swivel chair, my red backpack squashed between the padding of the chair back and my grey hooded jumper. Along with that grey top, I was wearing a pair of broken in Levis 506 and a pair of Vans trainers. The three of us talked of the summer exams, those scary papers which would determine whether we would see our second year at university. L wondered whether anyone would drop out that year, or whether anyone would fail their exams. She asked both of us whether we would keep in contact with her, were she to drop out. We both replied without hesitation, of course we would.
It seems her curiousity was well placed in a way. I was forced to drop out for this academic year due to my health, and have been told I will start my second year with the current freshers in the year below from next September. Due to my health I have been unable, as of yet, to visit anyone from university, and as such when I received a small parcel in the post from a friend I was taken aback. Upon openeing the parcel, I spotted a pink envelope, within which was a Christmas card signed by most of those friends I unfortunately will not have the chance to graduate with. To say my breath was taken away would be understating the moment.
Currently playing: The Runaway - Something Corporate (the only YouTube video of the song seems to be an anime compilation video)
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