Waking up after a long nap that lasted most of my Tuesday, I saw my roommate staring me in the face. “Wake up,” she bitched, allowing me to see her evil eyes as she stared at my sleepy greens. I saw her for who she really is: a big fat meanie, ruining my nap just so I will attend class and not fail out of school. Leaving Whitten Hall, I saw a group of Illinois State Students smoking cigarettes on the bench outside my door. I saw them enjoying their break from school while I had to walk to class in the fall cold. I saw a lot of trees that I do not recognize along the quad. I do not really care about trees; they just look natural and pretty. I saw myself in the reflection of the window as I walked into a prison of class. Taking a seat next to some people that I rarely talk to, I saw myself try to stay silent, because if I get called on I will look like an idiot. I saw the book, I read the book, I do not get it. I saw the other students raising hands and reciting quotes from a book that I read. I do not remember these quotes. I saw Molly generating the most insightful comments out of anyone in the room. I saw the Kristen corner, sitting in silence. I saw the cute girls next to me who seem to be friends out of classes, but I’m not sure. I saw that babe Jeremy, who actually was not in class on Tuesday, but I just thought I would throw him in there, because he is pretty cute. I saw Jackie across the room, who tends to share dirty looks with me when we do not know what the heck is going on. I love it. Who else? Normally, I just stare at Gabe, because I think he is my most interesting professor. He is obviously one of the most intelligent people I have ever met, and I hate that I can hardly keep up with him sometimes!
