Time Can Fly

Chapter 3

Time Can Fly

Usual 5:30am wake up alarm, but something was different. I hit a hand when I reached for my alarm clock. Apparently Clyde woke up as well. He was dazed from waking up so early. I didn't say anything.

I caught the bus on time. Busses run 24 7 for students who take graveyard hour classes and early birds like me getting to classes. South campus was far away from main campus. It took about fifteen minutes with the traffic to get to the bus stop.

South campus is composed of two testing buildings, a library, a cafeteria, and a student center. I've only been in there once, but I had tome to kill so I went there first. Gregg Student Center was remodeled last year. It was a three story building with a grand staircase. On the ground floor was couches and coffee tables for hanging out, the second floor was a small library, and the third floor was a computer lab.

They still don't have a piano because Gregg Student Center gets very loud during the day. It was only 6:16am and was getting loud. I went to the third floor and logged in to a PC. I opened Finale and started finalizing a concerto I was working on for the piano. I finished it and e-mailed it to my professor at 6:45am and went over to Nokes Testing Building 1 to start my finals.

After sitting through a one hundred seventy-nine question test on Music theory, I took a break for lunch. Since Nokes is our only testing facility on campus the cafeteria is enormous. Also because it is finals week everyone was there. I got some fried chicken and sat with a friend of mine from my Music Theory class. Her name is Sasha Moorse.

"That test was brutal. I bet you didn't have much trouble with it," she said.

"Nope. I was just surprised at the amount of trick questions that they had."

"What trick questions?"

"The one about the Ionian scale. It's the major scale."

"Oh shoot. I think I got that one wrong. Tell me that the lydian scale has a flat at least."

"No. The fourth note is a sharp." She wined again. I had no time to console her as I have a final for my music history class to take. I passed by Noah sporting a red tutu and sat next to Samuel who was taking his nutrition exam. The exam was a little bit difficult, but I felt confident enough with my answers.

I returned to Hillard East after my test only to find the place in shambles. Boxes and wrapping paper were all over the floor and couch and the new meats were just hanging out like it was nothing.

"You know we don't have a custodian for dorms. And it rule #7 that all tenants should clean up after themselves. If Timmy finds out about this he will chew you out." They looked at me languidly like I was an idiot. Not two seconds after I said that, though, five drill sergeants came barging in and was barking orders left and right. Timmy apparently did know because he commissioned his brother's help apparently. He and Timmy came strolling in and started talking about something.

I drifted off to my room and saw Clyde was listening to an audiobook. I fell onto my bed and started listening to Hans Zimmer's music. Somehow I fell asleep. When I woke up, Clyde was coming back from a shower. That reminded me that I needed a shower too. Eh, tomorrow.

Clyde got out his MacBook Pro and started working on something. I didn't mind until I saw that he was FaceTiming his parents. I just stepped outside and gave him some privacy. I bumped into Sam on my way out.

"Hey shrimp," Sam said.

"Hi Sam. Where ya going?"

"Gym. Wanna join?"

"Not really."

"You gonna play piano at Hillary."

"Not today. They're doing registration until nine."

"Wow."

"Eh. Georgia Student Center is by schedule only and a bit far from here, but I can see if they have an opening for today."

"I like it when you play piano. So do my boyfriends.

"Who are you dating anyway?"

"His name starts with a J, I think."

"Man w***e."

"A*s hole." We both laughed and walked away. Sam and I have been friends for a while now. He went out with my old roommate for about a month and then they broke up over fried chicken (or the fact that my roommate was still dating a guy who was a chicken advocate). Sam wanted to date me to rub it in my old roommate's face. I rejected him partly because I knew what he was doing and I was still getting over my ex-boyfriend.

Sam is a badass in many ways. I seem to be the only one who could see beyond that as he is not as liked by anyone else in Hillard East. Maybe it's because I'm like him, but without the body of an Olympian god. He dates like he plays video games; he either plays through the story mode until it ends or play the party games until it gets boring.

I only had one boyfriend and not much others since him. It's been three years now and I'm still not over it. The main thing, though, is how did I end up so lost in thought that I'm now in the main tower.

The main tower is a twenty story building where almost everything happens. It is where all the professor’s offices are and where the two biggest lecture halls are. Main tower is connected to Hillard East by a hallway. I usually only go here for special events and conferences.

It is crowded with people from all different majors because of the New Year Conference for freshmen. They were dismantling displays for all different services that the school offers. One display caught my eye.

The college has over twenty counselors and four psychiatrist on-call for students. Only three counselors give group therapy sessions for LGBTQ students. My favorite counselor was at the booth.

I called out to her. "Miss Hunts."

"Oh Satteo. Fancy meeting you here." Ms. Hunts was a bombshell blond woman, but her wife is even hotter. Honestly, she could have guys lined up for miles.

"I got lost in thought again," I openly admitted.

"What about?"

"Ex."

"Still. Have you dated anyone yet?"

"No."

"Well. I just saw this guy majoring in English lit. He might be good for you if you don't mind an age gap."

"No. My roommate is majoring in English lit too. They're way too shy."

"Is your roommate Jacob by any chance?"

"No."

"Oh... Well this guy is really open and he has the sweetest voice."

"No."

"Ack. I tried. By the way meetings start next week on the twelfth floor."

"Thanks, but I don't need them this year."

"Ok. See ya around."

"See ya."

Ms. Hunts is always open for talking. I grabbed a card from her display as I noticed the numbers have changed. I found my way back to Hillard East where I walked by Sam and another guy wearing a name tag with Jacob printed on it were making out. He was the same Jacob Ms. Hunts tried to hook me up with. I just walked on by, into my room, and turned in for the night.