I am getting ready for college and right before, I go into the shower. I have to take a shit.
I sit down and do what God intended me to do. I go to grab at the toilet paper and there is one damn sheet. Why does this always happen to me?
I get up and grab a roll from under the sink. Talk about a shitty start to my day.
I quickly take a shower, which feels so good. I didn't want to get out of bed and 5 more minutes turned into 30.
I am going to be late if I don't hurry up. I made chocolate chip muffins last night, so I grab one and I am out the door.
Today is Anthony's first day at his paid internship. He is working with the best because he is one of the best.
I have a whole hour free for lunch, so I promised him I would bring him lunch.
After a long enough drive. I get there just as my first class is about to start.
Math
Don't get me started on this bitch, I can do it fine but I am always put right next to the guy or girl who doesn't do anything, and their way of help is called sleeping.
You pay all this money to sleep at a cheap desk, the price of just one course you could probably rent a whole ass five-star hotel at this point. That is a whole other rant!
I make it to class just as a young man who looks to be at least 25. He has dark skin and is absolutely gorgeous. I walk into the classroom and spot a girl sitting all by herself.
I sit right next to her and she smiles and says,
"I am Zoey." I smile and sit down and say, "Anna."
She is an artist, I can tell by all the designs and I think she might be a hybrid. Her scent is wolf mixed with something. The something is a little off.
The man I thought was the student is our 27-year-old professor. His voice roars through the room, as he says.
"My name is Mr. Collision this is my first year teaching at a university level. I am currently not in a relationship and my job means everything to me. Questions?"
One girl raises her hand.
"You," He calls on her.
"Why are you so hot?" His dark brown eyebrow curves up and he grins.
"I think it has something to do with genetics. I'm not sure why my body would be at an abnormal level unless I am getting sick." He replies rendering her speechless.
Another hand is up and this woman looks to be twice his age.
"What are your hobbies?" He seems to think for a second.
"I teach a whole other class on sex therapy."
Ugh, the is so wattpad cliché.
Like why does every hot guy have to be a sex god?
After huffing out another sigh, I listen to him talk about himself. Why do teachers you pay to teach, do this?
The class ends not a moment too soon. I literally fist pump the air on my way out. You see, I decided while he talked about himself to read. I also finished up our first assignment while everyone was going gaga over him. It was irritating as hell! In a math class, you shouldn't discuss sex, Ed. I don't want to find the square root to a bunch of sperm cells that is beyond creepy.
My next class is art and the teacher is not there, so we had to go into the construction room for art class. Board out of my mind I go and grab some supplies.
I just messed around with the gray clay. I used the wheel and fired up the oven. I make a mug. I plan to paint it if the teacher decides to not show up again.
Now, it is lunchtime and I get to go have lunch with Anthony. I am super excited.
I get into my car and drive into the city. Skyscrapers that are so large, I feel like a crumb. I am not a city girl, honestly, they are the worst. The people are rude, traffic is bad and doesn't get me started on how bad the god damn parking is!
The building is made of all white glass and has big gold letters that says, BREEMANS FIRM" you'd think the building would be more intimidating than the people who work, but absolutely not.
Why are there six perfect brunettes at a desk? Everything is so polished and I am wearing a breakfast club sweater with overalls, and a pair of gold hoops.
I stick out like a celebrity would in a crowd. They are in designer while I am in rue21.
I walk up to the desk and ask for Anthony. She tells me where to go and I attempt to do it. This place is way too big for me.
I make it to the elevator and there are five people are already crammed in there. So I decide why not take ten flights of stairs. I run up about 5 and give up because I am completely out of shape to be doing this.
My converse starts to slip off, but I fix it when I get on the elevator which has no-one in it now.
It sings and then stops on the 9th floor. A girl and a guy who clearly doesn't care about public affection start making out and end up grinding on each other. I keep pressing the open button hoping it would put me out of my misery. But, no it doesn't. This day honestly could not get any worse. Can it? Why is the world testing me like this?
The door dings open and I am free. Finally!
I walk up to his desk to see a woman and, I am not very happy with this damn sight!