3. The First Day
It wasn’t before long when my alarm was waking me up the next morning at 7:00am. I jumped out of bed not wanting to miss a minute of needed time getting ready and finding my way to all my classes. Just as I had showered and gotten ready, Olivia was entering our room asking me what my first class was. I was excited that she was showing at least some interest in the person she would be spending the next 8 months with. I answered with a friendly smile, and said “Intro to Psychology”. This was the class I was most looking forward to, as I had hopes of majoring in psychology one day. Olivia managed to give out a little smile, but looked down at her schedule a bit disappointed, and said that her first class was Art. Well I guess we would have to go our separate ways and meet some more new people in this school full of scholars. I smiled back at her and wished her luck with her day. She did the same and told me she would see me back at the room sometime later on. I was impressed with how far along Olivia was coming since yesterday, and decided that I would like to get to know her some more, I thought to myself that we could become great friends. With that, I headed to Psychology, not knowing what was in store.