Post by MARION NOELLE JUNG on Jan 3, 2014 1:28:48 GMT -5
If today had been like any other day, Marion would have been dressed and ready by exactly nine forty-five and out the door, on her way to her first class with school book and calculator in hand so that she could at least attempt to learn what they would be going over in her calculus class that morning. Should today have been like every other day, Marion would have had her makeup done impeccably well to go with her perfectly pieced attire; as it was her first day of class, she wanted to look cute, even though she really had no reason to do so. For some reason, she had always had a need to look perfect on her first day of school. She never really understood why, nor did she really even want to try and get into the psychology as to why she always tried to look pristine on the first day of school, even if she never put quite as much effort into the rest of the year that followed, but she always, always, always made sure to look lovely in every way on the first day of classes. Of course, this would only be true if today had started out like every other day. Unfortunately, today was not like every other day, and Marion would have loved to say it was only because it was her second day of classes. Having already gone through her round of Monday classes the day before, she was slowly getting back into the habit of going to school again; following a schedule was nothing new to the college student, as she always had somewhere she had to be back in South Korea, but there was one tiny difference between her life here and the life she had just left, and that was that she didn’t have anybody here to wake her up. In her dorm back home, there was always someone there to wake her up when she slept through her alarm, as she was so prone to do, but here she didn’t have anyone. Sure she had her roommate, a girl as competitive as herself and just a tad annoying but otherwise enjoyable, but she was attending her own class when Marion was supposed to be getting ready. It was only thanks to her that Marion even made to class on time.
With dreams full of sold-out concerts and dashing Korean pop idols that she had met throughout her life, Marion had been blissfully sleeping when she was rudely awakened by the cold air that was suddenly attacking her, her skin exposed by the sudden loss of a blanket. Grumbling and curling into a ball, an instinctual reflex to try and contain some level of warmth, Marion reached up and blearily rubbed at her eyes. “What the hell?” She groaned, her voice almost coming out as a croak due to sleep, the irritation the seeped into her tone only making it worse. The fact that her roommate was even there should have been a clue to Marion in the first place of how late it was, but she was still so asleep that the fact didn’t even enter her mind. “What was that for?!” A question in which she got the equally irritated response of, “you do realize that it’s 9:50 and you have class in 20 minutes, right?” from the roommate who was supposed to be gone. Eyes snapping open, no longer clouded with the sleep that had filled them only a moment before, Marion didn’t even bother to reply to her roommate as she was quick to jump out of bed and grab her toiletries, objects being knocked about during her mad scramble to collect her things. Nearly barreling into said roommate, something that earned her an indignant yell, she yelled a quick apology as she ran towards the bathroom down the hall, her mind focusing on the things she would need to gather before she left for class.
Thankful that she had the genius idea to shower the night before, Marion was quick to get ready, her mind going into auto-pilot as she completed her daily routine; brushing her teeth and hair with lightning speed and splashing water and soap on her face just enough to call it clean, she was unable to simply leave without even a dab of makeup on. Taking a brief moment to line her upper and bottom lids with a chocolate brown pencil, as well as adding a touch of mascara to her upper lashes, she did what little she could with the time she was given. Resigned that it was the best she could get due to her current circumstances, she gathered her things once more and made her way back to her room. Tossing her things on her bed to gather up and put away later, Marion was quick to change out of her pajamas, throwing on the first thing that she could grab out of her closet, a Spiderman sweater with matching high-tops and skinny jeans. It was a simple outfit, only accessorized by the silver hoop earrings that she placed in her first set of piercings, but it would have to do. Grabbing her backpack, the books for the classes that she would be attending today already carefully placed inside, along with her wallet and pencil pouch, Marion was ready for class and out the door by 9:58, setting a new record for just how quickly she could get ready for the day.
Scurrying along the crowded sidewalks, Marion practically ran to her next class, her body weaving through the crowd with practiced ease as she made her way across campus as quickly as possible. Thanks to her ‘lost and found’ fiasco from yesterday, Marion had made sure to make sure she knew where she was going today, checking and double checking her map and schedule to make sure that she had the right building, time, and classroom so as not to have a repeat of the day before. Because of this, she knew exactly where she was going and exactly how to get there; she even knew a short cut that cut her walk in half and allowed her to get to class with a moment to spare. Literally, she had just taken her seat in the back row of the lecture hall when her teacher walked in, the door slamming closed behind him as he made his way towards the podium in the front of the classroom to begin his introduction. With a calming breath, the young woman began to take her things out of her bag, pencil and note pad in hand to take notes, just in case the teacher decided that he wanted to make them suffer on their first week back on campus. Thanks to a lengthy introduction and a complete review of the semester’s syllabus, Marion thought that he would just let them go before class was scheduled to be over and just have them start actual lessons on Thursday, and this gave her a little hope that her day was starting to look better; this little bit of hope was shattered, however, when he handed out a worksheet just before letting them go, the front and back covered with ‘review’ problems that she had absolutely no idea how to do. With a groan of displeasure, Marion stuffed the offensive paper into her bag before leaving the room, hand searching her bag for her wallet so that she could stop by the little café down the hall so that she could have some lunch between classes, and here’s where her day went downhill even more.
Standing to the side of the hallway, hand digging through her bag for the small rectangle made of pink leather and covered in cartoon kitties, Marion searched for her meal card. Seconds passed, half a minute, almost a full minute, and her movements were becoming more and more panicked as she looked for her wallet. Sitting down, back resting against the wall, she pulled item after item out of her bag, and yet she still found nothing. Groaning once more and wanting to cry, Marion came to the sad realization that she had forgotten her wallet in her dorm room and that she was moneyless and hungry, a feeling that was quickly accentuated by the rumble from her empty stomach. With a heavy sigh escaping her lips, she weighed her options; quickly make her way back to her dorm and retrieve her wallet so that she could get some food or go straight to hanging out in front of her next classroom and wait the two hours out. Lazy and deciding that she would rather just stay in the same building for two hours instead of making the trek to and from the same building to only stay at her dorm for an hour at most, she gathered her things and made her way up the three flights of stairs to the fourth floor. Eyes looking curiously at the room numbers, she traveled a ways down the hall before she came to the door three down from the end of the hall. Unsurprised by the empty hall, as classes had started back up moments before, Marion checked her schedule quickly to make sure she had the right room and hall before dropping her things on the ground and taking a seat on the wall opposite her next classroom, her new perch nestled comfortably between her room and the next one over.
Bored by the silence, the blank white walls providing no entertainment and the lack of people around only aiding the gloomy atmosphere of her day, Marion was quick to take her iPod out of her bag, only to realize that she had forgotten her headphones back at the dorm as well. Cursing vehemently under her breath, her volume a controlled whisper as to not disturb the classes around her, she practically threw her music device back into her bag; now what was she going to do? With no music, her iPod was useless, as it was just an old phone with no SIM card or internet access, and god knows how bad it and her phone were at connecting to the Wi-Fi. With few options and nothing else to pass the time, she suddenly remembered the paper that had been handed out in class. She figured since she was already here and set on waiting, she might as well attempt to get some of her homework for her first class done, especially since it would take her forever and a day to finish it. Throwing her hair up in a messy ponytail to get it out of the way, Marion pulled her notebook and a pencil out of her bag and set to work, praying to anything and everything that she could get through the assignment without ripping it to pieces.
Exactly one hour and fifteen minutes later, Marion thought that she was going to cry again and she was on the brink of burning the assignment into oblivion. Running her fingers frustratedly through her ponytail, she glared at the evil assignment before her, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to recall how exactly to do the problems. “Oh yeah, this is definitely just review, this is something we should all totally know, for sure,” she muttered vehemently under her breath, not caring if anyone was around to hear her. Pouting out of frustration and worry, her thoughts wandering to how exactly she was going to pass the class, she brought her knees up to her chest, not even caring as the paper crumpled up as she brought her forehead to her knees, her arms wrapping around her shins. How was she going to pass this class?
Tagged&&Rachel
WordCount&&1,965
Outfit&&http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_10/set?id=107978593
Notes&&#screaming I hope you like it!
With dreams full of sold-out concerts and dashing Korean pop idols that she had met throughout her life, Marion had been blissfully sleeping when she was rudely awakened by the cold air that was suddenly attacking her, her skin exposed by the sudden loss of a blanket. Grumbling and curling into a ball, an instinctual reflex to try and contain some level of warmth, Marion reached up and blearily rubbed at her eyes. “What the hell?” She groaned, her voice almost coming out as a croak due to sleep, the irritation the seeped into her tone only making it worse. The fact that her roommate was even there should have been a clue to Marion in the first place of how late it was, but she was still so asleep that the fact didn’t even enter her mind. “What was that for?!” A question in which she got the equally irritated response of, “you do realize that it’s 9:50 and you have class in 20 minutes, right?” from the roommate who was supposed to be gone. Eyes snapping open, no longer clouded with the sleep that had filled them only a moment before, Marion didn’t even bother to reply to her roommate as she was quick to jump out of bed and grab her toiletries, objects being knocked about during her mad scramble to collect her things. Nearly barreling into said roommate, something that earned her an indignant yell, she yelled a quick apology as she ran towards the bathroom down the hall, her mind focusing on the things she would need to gather before she left for class.
Thankful that she had the genius idea to shower the night before, Marion was quick to get ready, her mind going into auto-pilot as she completed her daily routine; brushing her teeth and hair with lightning speed and splashing water and soap on her face just enough to call it clean, she was unable to simply leave without even a dab of makeup on. Taking a brief moment to line her upper and bottom lids with a chocolate brown pencil, as well as adding a touch of mascara to her upper lashes, she did what little she could with the time she was given. Resigned that it was the best she could get due to her current circumstances, she gathered her things once more and made her way back to her room. Tossing her things on her bed to gather up and put away later, Marion was quick to change out of her pajamas, throwing on the first thing that she could grab out of her closet, a Spiderman sweater with matching high-tops and skinny jeans. It was a simple outfit, only accessorized by the silver hoop earrings that she placed in her first set of piercings, but it would have to do. Grabbing her backpack, the books for the classes that she would be attending today already carefully placed inside, along with her wallet and pencil pouch, Marion was ready for class and out the door by 9:58, setting a new record for just how quickly she could get ready for the day.
Scurrying along the crowded sidewalks, Marion practically ran to her next class, her body weaving through the crowd with practiced ease as she made her way across campus as quickly as possible. Thanks to her ‘lost and found’ fiasco from yesterday, Marion had made sure to make sure she knew where she was going today, checking and double checking her map and schedule to make sure that she had the right building, time, and classroom so as not to have a repeat of the day before. Because of this, she knew exactly where she was going and exactly how to get there; she even knew a short cut that cut her walk in half and allowed her to get to class with a moment to spare. Literally, she had just taken her seat in the back row of the lecture hall when her teacher walked in, the door slamming closed behind him as he made his way towards the podium in the front of the classroom to begin his introduction. With a calming breath, the young woman began to take her things out of her bag, pencil and note pad in hand to take notes, just in case the teacher decided that he wanted to make them suffer on their first week back on campus. Thanks to a lengthy introduction and a complete review of the semester’s syllabus, Marion thought that he would just let them go before class was scheduled to be over and just have them start actual lessons on Thursday, and this gave her a little hope that her day was starting to look better; this little bit of hope was shattered, however, when he handed out a worksheet just before letting them go, the front and back covered with ‘review’ problems that she had absolutely no idea how to do. With a groan of displeasure, Marion stuffed the offensive paper into her bag before leaving the room, hand searching her bag for her wallet so that she could stop by the little café down the hall so that she could have some lunch between classes, and here’s where her day went downhill even more.
Standing to the side of the hallway, hand digging through her bag for the small rectangle made of pink leather and covered in cartoon kitties, Marion searched for her meal card. Seconds passed, half a minute, almost a full minute, and her movements were becoming more and more panicked as she looked for her wallet. Sitting down, back resting against the wall, she pulled item after item out of her bag, and yet she still found nothing. Groaning once more and wanting to cry, Marion came to the sad realization that she had forgotten her wallet in her dorm room and that she was moneyless and hungry, a feeling that was quickly accentuated by the rumble from her empty stomach. With a heavy sigh escaping her lips, she weighed her options; quickly make her way back to her dorm and retrieve her wallet so that she could get some food or go straight to hanging out in front of her next classroom and wait the two hours out. Lazy and deciding that she would rather just stay in the same building for two hours instead of making the trek to and from the same building to only stay at her dorm for an hour at most, she gathered her things and made her way up the three flights of stairs to the fourth floor. Eyes looking curiously at the room numbers, she traveled a ways down the hall before she came to the door three down from the end of the hall. Unsurprised by the empty hall, as classes had started back up moments before, Marion checked her schedule quickly to make sure she had the right room and hall before dropping her things on the ground and taking a seat on the wall opposite her next classroom, her new perch nestled comfortably between her room and the next one over.
Bored by the silence, the blank white walls providing no entertainment and the lack of people around only aiding the gloomy atmosphere of her day, Marion was quick to take her iPod out of her bag, only to realize that she had forgotten her headphones back at the dorm as well. Cursing vehemently under her breath, her volume a controlled whisper as to not disturb the classes around her, she practically threw her music device back into her bag; now what was she going to do? With no music, her iPod was useless, as it was just an old phone with no SIM card or internet access, and god knows how bad it and her phone were at connecting to the Wi-Fi. With few options and nothing else to pass the time, she suddenly remembered the paper that had been handed out in class. She figured since she was already here and set on waiting, she might as well attempt to get some of her homework for her first class done, especially since it would take her forever and a day to finish it. Throwing her hair up in a messy ponytail to get it out of the way, Marion pulled her notebook and a pencil out of her bag and set to work, praying to anything and everything that she could get through the assignment without ripping it to pieces.
Exactly one hour and fifteen minutes later, Marion thought that she was going to cry again and she was on the brink of burning the assignment into oblivion. Running her fingers frustratedly through her ponytail, she glared at the evil assignment before her, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to recall how exactly to do the problems. “Oh yeah, this is definitely just review, this is something we should all totally know, for sure,” she muttered vehemently under her breath, not caring if anyone was around to hear her. Pouting out of frustration and worry, her thoughts wandering to how exactly she was going to pass the class, she brought her knees up to her chest, not even caring as the paper crumpled up as she brought her forehead to her knees, her arms wrapping around her shins. How was she going to pass this class?
Tagged&&Rachel
WordCount&&1,965
Outfit&&http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_10/set?id=107978593
Notes&&#screaming I hope you like it!