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ternoon. Despite the weariness, the anticipation of exploring the new city kept me wide awake. Upon re

le, Deyah, a sophomore majoring in English Literature, took charge of cooking dinner for the three of us. Despite being older than

e about my newfound companions. It was fascinating to discover details about the vari

rough." Said Jeffery as she leaned in the

We have to read five books per week...

indowsill, put my favorite paintings I made on the wall (some I hung up, some I just leaned against the wall on the floor), and added my

watercolors and paintbrushes and went to work. I decided to paint

n't my finest work, but it was decent. I let it dry on my desk a

, but I still had a few chapters to get through. I highlighted the parts I found most interestin

I managed to eat a slice of toast and some chamomile tea before walking out the door, my laptop inside my tote bag. The weather was

ning the pathway to the entrance. It really did look like a convent from the outside, but the many students walking towards the gate at 8:30 in the morning ma

on as I stepped inside, I knew I'd h

I asked a random girl who was standing in the entrance hall. She had a

s too. Master student in Archeology

o find you? Yeah, I'm s

aking a sip of her coffee. "I

, like

baggy knit sweater and some jeans, nothing too striking for an art student. Tru

versity campus, go figure. They obviously had to put the Law and Economics students just down the c

seeing undergrad art projects hanging from the walls. That

etty eccentric classmates, especially from your branch. The pai

same way. My clothes were basic as well, nothing too colorful or with flashy patterns. I did, however, like to wear make-up, but not too heavy. Just a simple, small, winged

les going all the way around. The room had the capacity for about 20 students, but there were about half when we walked in. Nia and

dley's email?" I asked

the rest of the semester. But I did read the whole thi