First day in the university.
Instead of having a nervous sensation about the excitement of a new chapter in my life, I was rather feeling… apathetic.
I would rather spend that new chapter laying in bed, or perhaps feeding the adorable panda in the zoo.
I would rather…
I lazily got up, got dressed, got ready.
I exited my apartment and started walking towards the haven of doom and utter depression.
The air was cold and a sense of misery filled the setting as I walked inside the campus. The previous week, a professor toured me around the school; she was obviously glad that another addition had come to their institution. I, on the other hand, remained quiet and unconcerned.
And now, here I was, ready to face my death.
I opened the door and proceeded right away to an open table. I didn’t mind looking at the professor or at the students who would be my fellow classmates for the whole year.
A whole year.
In my seat, quiet and restrained, I sighed.