Reunited

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College life is nothing like the brochures you get handed in school, or like the information sites your parents show you. At all. It's not really like the movies either, where you're constantly partying and still managing to pass classes. I found that out on my first semester here on the campus of NYU.

I'd like to say that I've pretty much got life as a broke 19, nearly 20-year-old, college student living in New York alone sussed out. As much as I possibly could anyway. I mean, it took me longer than your average student though, I've been enrolled for nearly a year now and I've only just learned about the onsight Starbucks and common hall they have here. To be fair, I did miss my introduction and tour last year due to my dad being late in dropping me off, he wanted to stop off at every coffee house he could, and if it wasn't a coffee house he was stopping off at, it's because he needed the toilet.

But yeah, like I was saying, I've pretty much got college life down. I have 18 hours of classes a week and work in Maya's Cafe and Restaurant, a fifteen minute walk away from my dorm, for 30 hours a week, sometimes more if Jonathan decides to spend a day in bed due to being hungover, which is more often than not. I'm usually in the same days every week though, 10 - 8 on Mondays, 5 - 8 on Wednesdays after classes, 6 - 11 on Thursdays after classes, and 11 - 11 on Saturdays, leaving me free on Tuesdays, when I've got classes from 9 - 4, and off Fridays and Sundays. It seems a lot busier than what it actually is, but considering I don't actually have much of a social life in college, it isn't a struggle.

I didn't exactly have the best start into college, my classes were messed up, so I started my actual classes late, and then immediately found a job in Maya's, leaving no time to actually socialize. Not that I wanted to after the first semester, see at first I didn't think I'd need a job, and because I was in the wrong classes of things I never actually knew anything about and was just waiting for my schedule to be fixed, I never had to study, so went crazy with the parties and drinking. Looking back, it was good to experience it, and it got my name about the campus, meaning I still get smiles from people, and boys asking me out wanting a 'fun time', and then aways receiving a solid no, which doesn't always go down a treat. It's shocking to me that some college boys have egos triple the size they did when they were star player of their football team back in high school.

"Hey, daydreamer, are you making me a damn coffee? I've been waiting for you to start moving for three minutes now. Chop chop," A small, chubby man with a receding hairline snapped his fingers in my face, spitting as he spoke. Gross. I felt like making his 'damn coffee' and pouring it all over his wrinkled grey suit. But I couldn't, Maya threatened to fire me last time I actually did that, even though she found it quite entertaining, and admitted that the customer deserved it once he had left.

"Sorry sir, I'm actually waiting for the coffee machine to filter itself, until then I can't make your coffee, just like I can't make that nice lady, standing to your left, her coffee, or that young gentleman beside her, his coffee yet. You're not the only one waiting." I gave him a tight smile then walked away from the counter, tightening the small apron on my waist.