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Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Sophie was hiding between a cabinet and the wall as clay whizzed over her head and ceramic finishing glaze was thrown about as casually as water during a car wash. Apparently someone had been having a fight with their girlfriend before class about infidelity and things had spun so out of control that the girl showed up in class and accused nearly every other female of screwing the louse. Well, the guy left, but his absence only seemed to fuel the fire to the point where the crazy girl had actually attacked some of "sluts" that were taking the class, and that had unleashed bottled up hostility in a ridiculous display of fighting.
For awhile it was just slaps and hair pulling and screaming obscenities, but then someone got the bright idea of using sculpting clay as a weapon. All hell broke loose from there, the professor having hidden in the kiln room while several other students called campus security. As she ducked there amidst all the chaos, she couldn't help but feel inspired, if not frightened for her life as someone let out a battle cry like a Valkyrie. She smiled as she waited for campus security to come and break up the fight, possibly with the police. She'd gotten splattered with the clay and some paints and glaze and looked like she'd been in a warzone. But she couldn't wait to start creating something because of this, or at least write down the ideas she had. In the mean time, she bet Adam would get a kick out of this story. Nate, too. Peaking around the cabinet she narrowly avoided a shaping tool and decided to just stay tucked behind the cabinet.
In the meantime, she pulled out her phone to send a text to her friends, telling them about this incredible situation. If she weren't so afraid for her life, she might have even rushed off to tell them in person. Just then, she heard sirens in the distance. Well, well, the cavalry was here. Smiling to herself, she put the phone away and got ready to make a run for the door. What a day.
Amy was having a hard time focusing. Actually, she'd had that problem a lot lately. It was getting more and more difficult to focus when she was in class, when she was doing her reading assignments. She just couldn't get her mind off of how she'd ended things in her last relationship. Honestly, it was the best thing she could have done for herself. If she were being truthful, she'd see that she hadn't been in a good relationship. It was the wrong guy for her at the wrong time and nothing seemed to have really worked except the sex. And even that was shaky at best.
Still, the fact that she could have been guided into that relationship at all made her wonder about a lot of things. Like was she really happy to be in the literature program? Did she really want to be a writer or had her family simply guided her into a profession that she seemed to be good at? Was it really what she wanted? And what kind of guy did she really want and need? All these thoughts surfaced at the most inopportune moments, and her grades were starting to reflect it.
What she needed was a tutor. Maybe that's what she would do--find someone from her classes that might be willing to help her go over the notes and discussions so that she could get a better handle on things. Maybe if someone was talking to her, face-to-face, she could stay in the moment and focus on her courses. Even if it was only for a little while, it was worth a shot. Besides. It was better than failing her courses. Yes...as soon as class was over, that was what she would do.
For awhile it was just slaps and hair pulling and screaming obscenities, but then someone got the bright idea of using sculpting clay as a weapon. All hell broke loose from there, the professor having hidden in the kiln room while several other students called campus security. As she ducked there amidst all the chaos, she couldn't help but feel inspired, if not frightened for her life as someone let out a battle cry like a Valkyrie. She smiled as she waited for campus security to come and break up the fight, possibly with the police. She'd gotten splattered with the clay and some paints and glaze and looked like she'd been in a warzone. But she couldn't wait to start creating something because of this, or at least write down the ideas she had. In the mean time, she bet Adam would get a kick out of this story. Nate, too. Peaking around the cabinet she narrowly avoided a shaping tool and decided to just stay tucked behind the cabinet.
In the meantime, she pulled out her phone to send a text to her friends, telling them about this incredible situation. If she weren't so afraid for her life, she might have even rushed off to tell them in person. Just then, she heard sirens in the distance. Well, well, the cavalry was here. Smiling to herself, she put the phone away and got ready to make a run for the door. What a day.
Amy was having a hard time focusing. Actually, she'd had that problem a lot lately. It was getting more and more difficult to focus when she was in class, when she was doing her reading assignments. She just couldn't get her mind off of how she'd ended things in her last relationship. Honestly, it was the best thing she could have done for herself. If she were being truthful, she'd see that she hadn't been in a good relationship. It was the wrong guy for her at the wrong time and nothing seemed to have really worked except the sex. And even that was shaky at best.
Still, the fact that she could have been guided into that relationship at all made her wonder about a lot of things. Like was she really happy to be in the literature program? Did she really want to be a writer or had her family simply guided her into a profession that she seemed to be good at? Was it really what she wanted? And what kind of guy did she really want and need? All these thoughts surfaced at the most inopportune moments, and her grades were starting to reflect it.
What she needed was a tutor. Maybe that's what she would do--find someone from her classes that might be willing to help her go over the notes and discussions so that she could get a better handle on things. Maybe if someone was talking to her, face-to-face, she could stay in the moment and focus on her courses. Even if it was only for a little while, it was worth a shot. Besides. It was better than failing her courses. Yes...as soon as class was over, that was what she would do.