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Eagerly, lethargically, and with out any care in the world students filled in the class room around me, everything seemed all to normal, as if I what I expected, was everything college turned out to be: just an over glorified version of high school, only created to pull money out of my pockets.
The class sat silently for a few moments waiting for the professor, as the wait got longer whispers became louder and conversations echoed throughout the room. I was to busy trying to count the seats between me and the young lady to my right, counting down my isle, and up the row to the right, and down again, 27 was the number.
Maybe I was a bit of a creep, but I was never that good with asking for names, numbers, or pretty much any personal information, and chances are I would never get a chance to ask her, but at least if I heard her name some where, or actually manage to start a conversation, I wouldn’t seem completely clueless.
While Justifying this to myself, the Professor had slipped into the class room and broke the sound barrier between all of the students with out saying a word. The whole room was silence, and that number I just counted didn’t mean anything anymore, in front of the class room was a lady no older then myself, but very much a lady. Laying down the Professor Edition of the University Physics book, she begin to introduce herself.
In sign language! ? ? ? ?
I tried to keep up, but it was like trying to talk in moors code, even knowing the code I was unable to follow how quickly she spelled out her name, while following with a gesture of rubbing her right palm gracefully over her left, she turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk and begin writing, the notorious F=MA and following it with a defining statement about Newtons second law.
The whole class room was taking notes, something I have never seen before in my life, or even heard of, and I found myself writing down each law, and definition and she wrote in on the board, spite the fact I already knew all the material.
Before I knew it she finished the third example, and underneath the problem she drew a solid line half a meter in length, grabbed her book, and left the classroom before anyone could even think to say a word, then the silence broke, in a resounding question, “What was her name?” It should have been a rhetorical question, because no one out of the 70 people in the classroom had an answer. Finally after what seemed like an eternity a student stood up and left the class, and the class room begin to empty in unison , all dazed by the performance we just witnessed.
I quickly realized that I was walking behind the young lady I was interested in before the professor had walked in, and just as quickly as she disappeared from my interest, she had now returned. I briskly walked to catch up to her, not sure what I was going to say
Almost stuttering for words, I manage to squeeze out “So what did you think about that?”
She looked at me, and very seriously answered “27” and smiled.
I was taken back realizing that was the number of desk between us, how did she know?
“That was what the professor said in sign language before she greeted us and begin writing on the board”
I wasn’t sure to be relieved or to be worried, it had to be a coincidence, there is no other explanation, but why would she say the number 27?
“Hmm I wonder what it meant” I asked
“Not sure” she answered very shallowly and half shrugged half waved as she turned the corner to her next class.
The day continued, everything was slow, and boring, every class had a syllabus, and the professors preached over them, expecting everyone to read what was basically the “term and conditions “ to the class, some simple, others with complicated point systems, that made no sense what so ever, but one thing they all had in common, they were set in stone, and you had no power or say in changing anything.
After 2 seconds passed for every second on earth, I finally made it to my dorm room, pretty darn exhausted.
My room mate had beat me back, and was already studying his major was completely different than mine, and to be honest I didn’t even know his name, the school just paired us up because I signed up to just get a random room mate, friendly as I was, I never had an issue with anyone, besides bullys in my past life.
“Hey Jo-an” he said
That kinda irritated me, my parents must of wanted to give me a tough life putting a silent “n” at the end of my name… but I smiled anyways and just corrected him
“Joan , the n is silent” I cracked attempting to bring a smile to his face.
“Oh, I thought Jo-an was a weird guy name” he chuckled and said, “well the n is not silent at the end of my name”
That really did me no good, still unable to recall his name, I am sure I read it somewhere but really just don’t remember at all.
“Ah, I didn’t think it was” I hesitated a moment “ If it was it would sound weird” I followed.
“yeah Brandoooo would sound a bit stupid” he sounded in a higher voice.
“So what you studying” already filling pretty comfortable around him.
“Just some stupid rules about literature, didn’t know their were so many fallacies to writing”
I laughed at his remark and continued are discussion, he was a English major who had never taken any college level English courses in high school, but always wanted to be a writer, oh and he also was on the football team at the university, with a full ride, I didn’t notice at first because his XL shirt hid his body, and sitting down he didn’t seem to large, but that night getting ready for bed I realized how lacking my “toned” frame was, I didn’t say much, but I have to admit I was envious.
As I drifted off to sleep I could only think about the day after tomorrow, I wanted to know, what 27 meant. I thought to myself, perhaps I will sit one seat back or one seat forward, then decided that was just nonsense no way the number had anything to do with the 27 I was thinking of .. and eventually I found myself waking up to a very loud room mate getting ready for his morning workouts.
The End of 27 Reasons to Enjoy Light – Prolog.
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