Twilight Java

Chapter 4

"I guess."

Veronica and I didn't trade many words later after that. I texted Maddie and mom, but decided to go to sleep before I even checked to see if they responded.

Waking up the next morning, I continued to feel refreshed and ready for the day. I had two classes today, one a freshman requirement and another is my intro to journalism class that I anticipated. It was hard to imagine that I was on track to becoming a professional writer, someone to go out into the world and give the public the information they deserve. My mind drifted with thoughts of all the famous newspapers or magazines I could work for, hoping to one day be a part of such an important printing press.

Today would be chillier, so I dressed accordingly. I slid on a plaid indigo flannel with rolled up sleeves layered on top of a black tank top, matched with cuffed jeans and snowy white Docs. It was actually a miracle that I had those shoes, considering that a pair can be well over a hundred dollars. After mastering the art of thrift shop hopping and garage sale scavenging, I had come across these for just over $20. They were already broken in but had no serious damage done to them, so I couldn't let the opportunity slip through my hands. I applied some light makeup and ate a quick snack before heading out, backpack hanging off my shoulder.

My journalism class was first at 10:30 in a building that was in the opposite direction of the lecture hall. It was a class of about 30 students, so I had no problem in taking a seat at the front corner.

After doodling in my notebook for five minutes, the door opened with a suited up and short man strolling inside. His black hair was grown out slightly and matched the frames resting on his nose. Above his lips was a smooth trail of a mustache as though someone had painted it on, attempting to write a letter in calligraphy.

"Good morning everyone, I am Professor Soberman," He declared. "Something that I will not be at the end of the semester."

Needless to say, I think he became everyone's favorite Professor at that moment.

The rest of my classes were uneventful; a day of going over the syllabus and getting through our first lesson. After journalism I had to cross over the campus again to go to Intro to Bio, a class most freshmen had to take. My thoughts were filled with anticipation on visiting the cafe again, in hopes that I would meet the singer and allow me to take pictures of him. But thinking more thoroughly about it, I began to doubt myself about if I'd be able to pull it off. After all, he didn't know who I was so a random customer coming to take pictures of him would be incredibly creepy. I hoped that I would beable to explain the situation to him first, if I could see him before he began to perform. But then again, he's performing for a reason so it had to be ok.

Right?

That's what I would find out today. I knew I had to start somewhere with my experience in journalism and participating in the newspaper was where to start. Granted, I was part of my high school's publication as well but college is where it will mean much more and you have more voice in your writing. The newspaper here is solely run by students, filled with people who have all sorts of talents ranging from creative writing, to photo manipulation.

After freshening up in my room, reviewing a bit of material to give myself the illusion that I was productive, testing out my camera and just plain killing time until 5:00, I got ready to leave for the cafe. Keeping the same attire, I just slid on a jean jacket and situated the strap of my camera so that it felt like a sash, my camera secure at my side. I snatched my deep blue mini backpack off the floor and threw in my matching wallet, jingly keys and some camera accessories just in case I needed them. I made sure my bus card was in my pocket with my phone so that I would be ready to use it when I needed it. I threw the light backpack over my head and onto my back, feeling like a little adventurer with all these items clattering around me.