Graduation day.

It was a clam day nothing out of the unusual. I had my cap and gown on sitting in one of those

basic white unfoldable chairs with the wind blowing in my face unable to see who was speaking since the popular know it all top twentyfive students with their shiny gold metals on were blocking my view from knowing what was actually going on during the ceremony. In that moment, I wanted nothing more then to stand up and grab my diploma before bolting back to my parents car to leave and never come back. Cuz, for me I had no regrets, nothing to hold on to. There wasn’t anyone or thing keeping me to this school. Ohh and if you were at all curious I attended Saphire High School. It wasn’t anything one would call special. And I mean by a far stretch. It was just a basic high school with a bunch of horny people getting high in the bathrooms all the time. In other words HELL for people like myself who don’t want to do all of that crazy shit. Anyways, most of the people in my high school had average looks and had no real goals unless you count doing a stupid dance in front of a camera and posting it hoping for the video to blow up so you become famous. And to top it off, so many people were just FAKE! Always trying to put on the “cool kid act” it was rather embarrassing to watch. Like get over yourself. Most of those people usually were the ones with the most mental health problems. Not that I can blame them but still high school would have been much better if everyone didn’t act like high school was like in the movies….Sigh………ahhh… (scratch’s head and bunch’s up hair) I think I got a little sidetracked. As I was saying before, graduation was nothing special. I had no boyfriend to leave behind and no friends that I would truly miss. Heck if anything I would miss sweating my *** off on the track team hopeing of getting invited to one of the big meets of the year. But now that’s all over and I’m turning 18 next month and will be off to college in another two months so it’s not like anything I did back then will matter now. As I see it college is a fresh start and this means I won’t have to be dragged down by whatever happened before then. Or at least I hope?!

Orientation Day.

Summer was a blur. And the worst part is I finally passed my divers test after the third time and yet I still don’t even own a car. Now I’m gonna be stuck riding the bus around campus. What’s worse then that is now that I’m officially eighteen in other words an adult it’s sad to say that I haven’t even had my first kiss let alone spent time alone with a guy at there house. (Slaps face) well I guess there is no time like the present. I’m in college now what is there to worry about? How different can college be from high school?

Orientation Day. (continued)

When I arrived on campus I’m not gonna lie I was scared as HELL. Like what if I made a mistake and maybe college away from home isn’t for me. But, even so it’s too late to think about that now. I’m already here at Diamond University. A prestigious design college filled with students hopeing to one day become interior designers, fashionistas, architects, urban designers and more. How the heck did I get into this school you might be wondering. Well even I don’t know. Even though I’m pretty average at everything else in my life… design was one hobbie of mine that I just kept up with. So maybe that makes me a little above average for not giving up and continuing to build up this one skill of mine.

Well back to the main storyline I arrived on campus with my bags in hand about to walk to my dorm. It’s now or never I’m mentally thinking. I can’t back out. Ohh and by the way, I got a single so I’m not gonna have one of those classic college experiences where you meet the roommate of your dreams and experience what college has to offer through them. This is my own experience and no one is going to influence the choices I make while I’m at college.

I finally get to my dorm it was the room farthest from the elevator and I open it up to find that it was small even some people would consider it the size of their closet. Well what did I expect as an incoming freshman anyways…. I get inside and basically see dust everywhere. I was just praying that there was no spiders or any other creepy crawlers since at least for me that would be worse than having to spend a whole year sharing a room with an absolute stranger.

I set my bags down on the mattress of the bed sighing and thinking about how I was going to last alone in a place like this with almost more than thirty thousand resistants in other words students like myself. (Slaps face) I have to make this work I think to myself since there is no way I can go back home before trying and on top of it I REALLY have to stop complaining. I haven’t even talked to one person yet and I am already acting like the world is against me.

I get up and close the door. Then I proceed to grab my iPhone in order to turn on my favorite playlist. I tie my hair back and get straight to work. If I’m gonna live here I should at least make the place look cozy.

After hours I finally unpacked everything. I plop down on my bed and I can hear the springs of the bed dance under me. I proceed to sigh…haaaa… it’s quiet and I’m stranded here. What do I do now? Before I really have time to think I hear my phone ring…

Orientation Day (continued)

I wonder who could be calling me? It’s not like I really had any true friends back in high school. I look down at my phone and then proceed to grab it. As I glance at the name on the screen… “ohh great” I think to myself, it’s just my luck that “he” is calling me.

This “he” person is named Jack. He had a crush on me all of high school and kept trying to profess his love to me. Obviously it never worked cuz I’m still single. But…heck..I wonder why he is calling me? It’s not like we were really close back then so why?

Well what is the harm I think to myself. It’s not like I have anything better to do nor know anyone for that matter so maybe it would be good to hear a fimilar voice even if it is from crazy Jack. I clicked the accept button and sure enough it was Jack on the other end.

“Hi…Lucy! How has college been treating you?” He asks me.

“Ohh hi…college is okay so far. I haven’t done much yet. Class doesn’t start till the next few days so right now I’m just settling in (I say).”

“ that’s good to hear….I don’t know if you know but I’m going to trade school in order to become a plumber. You know my father’s got a good business back in Connecticut. Maybe you should check it out during winter break?”

That’s months away from now I’m thinking. It’s only August. Isn’t he going to forget all about me by then? Why waste his breath telling me all of this…? Instead I say “ Ohhh, that’s great. I’m happy for you!! Well I don’t know what my plans for break are yet but if I find the time I’ll let you know.”

We had a conversation for another half hour or so.

It actually felt good to speak to someone. Again even if it was an admirer of mine. But when I eventually ended the call I decided that I was going to paint a little bit. It’s been a while since I have any maybe this is just the motivation I need to get me inspired to try new things in college. Or at least get my head thinking since I’m gonna need orginal ideas if I am going to be a designer.

As I’m getting my table ready to start painting. I see a stream of light through my window. I peer out my window to notice that is was sunset already.

I can’t believe I have been here for eight hours and all I have done so far was have a mental break down, unpack, and talk to Jack. Great-looks like I might have a harder time adjusting than I thought. But I have to admit although I was somewhat worried at the same time the sunset eased my mind. With all of the warm pinks, oranges and reds blended together..it was really a sight to take in. In that moment I knew what I was going to paint.

I gather my paint brushes and open up a medium side canvas that was still covered in plastic wrap. Then I set up my easel and there I was ready to go. I have to act fast I’m thinking to myself. I only have minutes to spare or at most twenty since it’s not like the sunset is gonna be here all night. I take a picture of the sunset just in case then i start gathering all the shades of colors needed. White being one of the most important colors used in order to create more colors and can be used as a blending tool. As the bristles of the brush quickly but gently stroke the canvas. My hands begin to dance all over, my breath and heart beat quickens, and I can feel sweat starting to build up on the corners of my forehead. As all of these sensations are happening I am deeply consentrated on the sunset in front of me which is fading with every second I look at it. But right before the sunset is gone I finish the painting.