Yesterday my classmates and I were let out of the straight jackets to visit a college library...It was rather interesting. It involved my going from the second floor to the basement and vise virsa three times on those steep steps (that you can look down through and see people on the lower floors) before I saw the elevator. The moving bookshelves in "The Lower Level" (sounds ominous to me, but that's what the map said) were very...purple. As the rest of the place was gray green and varying shades of white, some of my classmates just stared and blinked at the sudden color exposition. Yes I made the shelves move, and no I didn't shut someone in there. I thought about doing it to a classmate (who should have been named Loki) but after one of the younger girls tried to do it to our teacher, I didn't get a chance. I helped some girls find their books (after I figured out how the shelving worked...).
During lunch on campus, one of the girls my age gasped and kept telling me to look behind me. It was a college boy. Tall, pale, with black messy hair and the slight attempts of having a beard. "Oh, Ivy" She looked at me and back at the poor kid. "Isn't he perfect? Oh...he's beautiful. Ivy, he's god-like." Her eyes were glued to the boy who was trying hard to study his book. "Oh, college boys are so much better than the ones at school. He's god-like. Ivy, can you imagine what our kids would look like?"...I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
After lunch I checked out the writing center, but mostly I sat at a desk and tried to scribble down a few ideas. When I came back to my group's study room on the second floor, most of my classmates were back. One came in with her eyes bugged out, eyebrows up as high as they could go and she was bouncing, ever so slightly, as she stood there. Every once in a while her head, arm or shoulder would twitch. She had drank two cappuccinos and was almost finished with her large Mountain Dew. I was afraid we would need to tie her up on the bus ride home.
Ten minutes later, I checked out the books I needed from the massive library and climbed onto the bus. Ten minutes from school we had to stop at a small feed mill because cappuccino girl had to use the bathroom... Once back at school we were sent to join the kids who had not gone on the trip and were in the last class of the day. I walked in there, saw teens talking, sitting and laughing. Cappuccino girl and one of the boys from the trip came in, later than I was. The boy shuffled his feet, dragged an extra chair next to the one in front of me and placed his bag on the table. He looked at me, "I'm so tired. I slept all the way back." This said, he collapsed on the chairs, curled up and went back to sleep. Cappuccino girl started talking at a hundred miles per hour and tried to wake the sleeping boy. He groaned, and she sat on him. I got up and went to the professor in charge of the class. "Can I go to the library?"
