I glanced at the clock and saw it change to 1:45, so I gathered my things together and headed to class. I saw garbage in the stairwell, because people are apparently too lazy to throw things away. I walked out onto the quad, listening to my headphones and saw other people just like me. I saw people hurrying to class, lost in their own word of music. I saw the vibrant orange and red leaves falling delicately from the branches as a squirrel ran through them. I saw another squirrel, stark still, waiting for food near the sidewalk. I saw art students with their easels, attempting to capture the beauty of their world on a simple canvas. I saw Williams Hall, and several people lounging outside of it, smoking a cigarette before class. I entered the building, and turned down the hall to our class. There, I saw our class. I saw some people standing, leaning against the wall with their headphones, I saw some sitting cross legged on the floor, and I saw others spread out with their legs in front of them. I saw the last person from the class prior leave the room, so we entered. I saw the half circle of chairs around the room, and took my normal seat. I saw Kristen next to me, with David on her other side. I saw Shannon on the other side of the half circle, and Mary Beth somewhere in the middle. I saw the annoying heater in the corner of the room, and then I saw several people start hitting it. I saw the sun streaming through the ivy leaves framing the window. I saw the door open, and Gabe walked through the door and took a seat. I saw a large red apple in his hand as he took a bite then began to take attendance. I saw us begin class, and I saw looks of confusion around the room. As the class progressed, I saw the confused faces relax, and because of this I saw that we were learning.
Kristen Otten
