Diane is waiting for me by the bike racks outside of the library. Her coral colored coat differentiating her amongst the other students walking around her. I finish locking up my bike when I hear her stomping towards me, a clear look of a mixture of annoyance and yet excitement contorting her features.
"Soledad Gutierrez." She starts and with just that I can already know what is coming.
"Did you, or did you not watch it?"
Turning fully towards her, I grab a hold of both of her shoulders, hoping our friendship won't end the second I say:
"No, I'm so sorry."
"I was busy okay?" I take a step back, grabbing my backpack from my bike's basket. "Things kind of got complicated because the guy of the house and I had to fix that first. I swear I'll watch the show tonight — after finishing my essay."
"It's the greatest thing ever, I can't understand how you're not watching it already." We walk into the library as a gaggle of students tries to push their way out of the door, this creates an awkward shoving of bodies that should only really be experienced if you've camped outside of Best Buy for three days on Black Friday because stupid Billy wanted that Nintendo Switch and you're supposed to be a "good" parent.
I usually don't like coming into the library when I'm not working, I know too many people here, but there's nothing really that you can do when you're a student in campus. We had to do a research paper for our English class like a week ago, but our Professor extended it so there is nothing I can truly complain about. Lenient teachers are a gift sent from heaven.
The doors of the elevator whine open to reveal the third floor of the building. This area holds most of the computer equipment for the students and the majority of the tables that would allow for groups to meet amongst the bookshelves and old video tapes. While the place is supposed to be silent there is a persistent murmur amongst students that is not allowed in any of the other floors in the building and it is somewhat of a relief as I spend most of my time in this place as silent as a corpse.
Diane places her backpack on top of the table closest to the floor-to-ceiling window panes, her hoop earrings glinting as she sits down in front of me. I take off my jacket and take out my English folder where I have the notes for the story we're researching on. The Yellow Wallpaper. It's a pretty standard read and one I covered before I got into college, after all I love my good old feminist papers. Learning about rebel women in the past has always fascinated me. Charlotte Perkins Gilman is not different. Her mystifying approach to postpartum depression and the oppression her character felt was only mirrored by her own sorrow in her real life. She was miserable and this is clearly shown in her story, which makes the powerful ending more important.
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Historically Inaccurate ✓Humor
In an attempt to improve her resume, history major Soledad Gutierrez, or Sol to her friends (because that's less depressing), decides to join the History Club at her Community college. However, the club at her school is quite peculiar: they have an...