No light exist in the room accept for that of her screen. She wonders what to write about. Laptop in place as she sits on the couch, contemplating. She decided she will not write about the boy today. No, he seems to get too much airtime in her mind. No, she will think about other things.
She takes the time to remember when she first started college. Community college that is. This wasn’t what she thought it would be.
She remembers what her younger self thought college would be like. She had imagined it to be something a bit like the movies. Of course, touring college campuses does make for some picturesque perception of what college would be like. Aside from the idea of joining sororities and going to parties and studying in the library and decorating her dorm, she had her ideas of what college would be like for her.
She thought she would wear sweat pants a lot. Not just the “I’m lazy, I came to class in pajamas”, I mean, the cute sweats. The kind one saw at like Victoria Secret’s or Hollister, where they look so casual rolled up the ankle a tad bit. To her, these sweat pants said she was super relaxed, studious but cute. These sweatpants would mean she had her act together, but she didn’t need to dress up and try hard for people to know that. Wearing sweatpants while looking pretty, naturally pretty, this was her idea of her college self.
For some reason, she thought that during her college life, she would become an expert on baking. Baking muffins to be exact. She had once read a recipe in a Moosewood cookbook on muffins and their variations. And she thought that once she was older, college-age being old enough, she would perfect these muffins. Eating mini muffins, baked perhaps that morning or late afternoon, right before her class, in which she arrived early to have a leisurely snack of muffins.
So far, in her second year of studies, she has yet to perfect wearing a pair of sweats beautifully or expertly bake muffins.