Chapter XXIII - University programs

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A new day. I can't believe all the drama that has happened in the weekend. I'm still trying to contemplate whatever that was. And I'm more than sure Hallie does it too.

The sun's already shining, and I'm up with it. Can't afford to miss my favorite morning class. Practical sessions always trump the dull theory lectures, unlike Mr. Coleman's classes.

"You up?" Hallie's sleepy face snapped me out of my thoughts. "Morning, sunshine," she said, flashing me a smile.

"Morning. I'm getting ready for my acting class. You know, my favorite," I informed her as I rose from the bed and made my way to the wardrobe.

"Oh, that sounds fun. When will it be available for other students to participate?" she asked curiously, prompting me to consider her question carefully.

I recall Ms. Adler mentioning that we'll eventually have other students join in, but the timing remains uncertain. Ms. Adler, she's simply remarkable. Despite being in her fifties, you'd never guess it from her demeanor. She effortlessly engages in modern, youthful conversations, making her such a cherished figure. Her ability to adapt to our world is why I hold her in such high regard.

"I don't know, Hallie, I hope it will be soon, so you will see me on stage," I told her as I prepared my clothes, ready to take them on and go to university.

She just smiled and grabbed her phone, likely noticing my rushed state since I decided to snooze my alarm, as usual. I couldn't help but wonder if she's been talking to Liam, given everything that's happened.

I waved to her and hurried out of the room, determined to focus on my class. As I left the dorm, I was surprised to find Lucy waiting for me, even though I hadn't texted her. But then again, she knows me so well, it's almost like she can anticipate my every move.

"Hey, girl. Ready for another play with your best friend?" she asked, grabbing my shoulders. With her towering height, we probably looked like a mom with her child.

"Oh, for sure. With a little luck, maybe you'll be my mom today," I suggested, earning an amused look from her.

We were both enrolled in the Film program, where we delved into the intricacies of filmmaking, stage acting, and more. It was my parents who initially nudged me towards this path, recognizing my natural inclination for acting. They often joked that I played the role of the producer at home, always offering suggestions during our movie nights. Even in high school, I immersed myself in theater classes to hone my acting skills further.

In contrast to me, my brother is in his final year of the Financial program. It's no secret he chose it mainly to tighten the purse strings. He's all about managing his money efficiently, although I'm not entirely convinced he's passionate about the subject. Despite that, he's always been a math whiz. It's kind of ironic considering his face doesn't exactly scream "math genius."

Marcus, on the other hand, is in his final year of the Photography program, and it's no surprise considering his immense talent in that field. He received his first camera back in high school, upgrading from just using his phone. His joy was palpable; it was almost as if he had entered into a love affair with his camera. He had a knack for capturing everything around him, even people, with such skill and passion.

In contrast to the rest of us, Hallie was enrolled in the Communication program, and I couldn't fault her choice. She possessed a multitude of conversational skills, with the ability to effortlessly draw people into dialogue. It's like she had a natural knack for steering conversations. Frankly, I couldn't picture her thriving in any other program.

Thinking ahead, it's quite plausible that all of us could form a team for a movie. Lucy and I would take on the roles of actors, my brother could manage the funding, Marcus would be the photographer, and Hallie could handle script corrections. It's something I never really considered before, but the more I think about it, the more feasible it seems.

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