The first day of classes passed in a blur. I had Intro to Biology and Inorganic Chemistry in the morning, a mental whammy, and found myself frantically jotting down notes in an attempt to retain information. Divya, a premed, joined me in my classes, and we got lunch together afterward out on the college green.
"You look tired," she said, her makeup immaculate, with a hint of blush on her cheeks. Whenever I put on blush I looked like John Wayne Gacy.
"I didn't get much sleep," I said. "Nervous about classes." And other things.
She bobbed her head in agreement, daintily eating a wrap. "I know. The professor talks a mile a minute. Luckily it was a review. What class do you have next?"
"Advanced Portfolio Studies, thank god," I said.
"That's supposed to be relaxing? I can only draw like stick figures."
"It is to me." I shrugged.
Divya smiled. "Good for you. So are you rushing?"
