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Post by jason andrew irving on Apr 22, 2009 21:22:10 GMT -5
 Sighing as he tugged on a pair of his worn jeans, grumbling to himself. Ana had already left for her first class of the day; he had been the lazy one who didn’t have his first class until mid-morning. Looking through his closet, he found a shirt he had bought a few summers ago on vacation to Europe. Since it was kind of plain, he grabbed his white vest and threw it on over the shirt, leaving the front unbuttoned. It would work. Stifling a yawn, he walked into one of the spare bedrooms where he studied, therefore where he kept his books, and grabbed the few he’d need for his classes.
Nearly falling down the steps as he made sure he had his homework, he laughed at himself. After twenty-two years, he figured he’d learn he can’t walk down the steps and look at papers at the same time, but no. He would still try it. Reaching the ground level without killing himself, he bounced to the garage where his silver car was waiting and slid in the driver’s seat, exhaling slowly as he did. For some reason, driving alone made him more nervous than when he drove with Ana. Deciding against his iPod today, he pressed the number two preset on his radio, smiling as the oldies station played one of his favorite songs.
It wasn’t a long drive to the University, but it was kind of nice. He wasn’t on campus all that much other than his classes, it was rare to see him around in the shops or the bookstore. Usually, it was get to class just a little bit early, sit through the lecture and leave. Parking next to the building where his classes were, he sighed as he grabbed his books from the seat beside him, jumping out of his car. Why did he want to be a doctor, again? It just meant he had to sit through more classes for an even longer amount of time. And it wasn’t exactly easy. Shaking his head as his thoughts continued, he walked into his classroom just a few minutes before the lecture started, rolling his eyes as he pulled out his notebook to scribble down today’s boring lecture. It’s not like he even needed this class in the medical field, he only needed it to graduate.
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Taking a deep breath of relief, Jason walked out of the last of that day’s classes with a headache. It was another boring, stupid class. Nothing important. Rubbing his eyes, he headed down towards his car again. Summer wasn’t that far off – the sooner it arrived, the better. Summer meant no boring classes, no tests, no nothing except fun and time with his friends and girlfriend, or fiancé as she would soon be. When that happened, they’d also be taking a trip out to New York for a week or two so she could meet his family and see where he grew up as well as the Big Apple. He was excited for that; he missed his family and his friends. There were only three that he had really kept in touch with, but the four had always been close. Only when the one girl that they hung out with, who was his girlfriend at the time, had ended their two year relationship did he leave New York and somehow found his way to Salt Lake. He hadn’t realized everything he’d find in Utah.
After he tossed his books on his backseat, he headed back towards another one of the buildings, the one that housed the bookstore. Today was one of those rare days when he was actually going to linger on campus longer than he had to. As he opened the door, a breath of cool air reached him and he sighed. Utah was incredibly hot right now and it hadn’t really rained in quite some time. He had always been more of a spring or autumn person, when the weather was warm, but not quite hot, and a little bit breezy, probably because he had always enjoyed running and that wasn’t fun to do when it was a hundred degrees outside with the sun beating down on his neck.
A small smile crossed his face as he headed over to the store’s small musical selection. They didn’t really have a large variety, but it had enough to keep him content, especially when he still wasn’t allowed to go out and run or work out, at least not long enough to keep him occupied. Doctor’s orders, and at least in his mind, they weren’t good orders. He had to work his way up slowly and that tended to irritate him. He wasn’t always an impatient person, just when it came to not being allowed to do something he wanted to do did he get impatient. Running his fingers along a few of the books, he stopped when he came to one that looked fairly interesting and pulled it out, flipping through it to see what all was in it.
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Post by madeline rebecca seymour on May 27, 2009 17:15:33 GMT -5
Madeline sat in her Intro Psychology class, diligently noting down her professor's words. She found the study of the mind, of the way people think, fascinating; it was one of the many reasons she had chosen this class. Though she hadn't yet chosen a major, not knowing yet what she wanted to do with her life (other than gymnastics, of course), this class would fulfill a requirement in just about any major she ultimately chose. She knew she would have to make that decision soon, if she wanted to be able to fit in all the classes required for whichever major she selected; but right now, that was one of the last things on her mind.
Something far more important to Maddi right now was the upcoming gymnastics meet, coming up that weekend actually. It wasn't just any old competition; instead, it was the NCAA National Women's Gymnastics Championships, and Maddi couldn't wait. She'd been looking forward to this competition ever since she'd first signed with the Utah team, back when she'd still been in high school. Maddi had been to this meet before, as a spectator; but she'd never thought she'd be there competing, at least not with this team. Growing up in Oklahoma, she had of course cheered for the Sooners all her life, and had always expected that if she did college gymnastics, it would be there. But she'd fallen in love with the Utah campus the first time she'd visited, and hadn't looked back.
Maddi abruptly felt herself jerked back to the present with the realization that the professor was still speaking. She hurriedly looked up at the board to see that she hadn't missed anything too important, but she still made certain to pay much closer attention for the rest of the class. At the end of the lecture, when they were packing up their books, the professor assigned a two-week journal keeping track of their dreams, which they would later analyze in class. Maddi thought it was rather appropriate since they were studying Freud, but it was still another assignment to add to her pile of responsibilities for the weekend.
Once they were dismissed, Maddi joined the mob of impatient freshmen hurrying out into the May sunshine, pulling her sunglasses out and slipping them on as she reached the door. The moment she stepped out into the sunshine, she groaned, feeling the intense heat pounding down on her head. If only it would rain! But this drought had lasted for weeks already, and it didn't show any signs of letting up anytime soon. Maddi had been checking the weather forecast almost obsessively, hoping for any chance of rain, but to no avail.
On her way back to the dorms, Maddi passed by the campus bookstore, and she decided to stop for a few minutes. She had a good long break before she had to be at one last practice before they left for Nebraska the following day. She'd planned to spend the break packing, but she was nearly finished already, so she had the time to kill. So she slipped into the bookstore and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the air conditioner running as usual.
She passed the aisles of textbooks without a glance, and continued on to the rather small, though still surprisingly good, selection of fiction. As she browsed through the shelves, she saw something that made her do a double take. Looking again, she saw the complete works of Jane Austen - her favorite author - bound in a single volume. Naturally, she already had each of the novels in her dorm room; but the collection would be much easier to take with her in one book. She picked it up and moved along to the music section, which held a selection of CDs along with some books of sheet music.
She flipped through the country CDs for a moment - a natural taste, given her Oklahoma roots - when she noticed a young man paging through one of the books. He looked familiar, and as she looked again, she recognized him as Jason Irving. She didn't know him well, not personally; but she'd seen him and his girlfriend Anabel Bailey all over campus, and they'd run into each other once or twice. "Hey...Jason, right?" she greeted him as she drew near. She didn't want to look like a stalker, after all, someone who knew too much about him when he probably wouldn't even remember her. "Anything good in there?"
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Post by jason andrew irving on May 27, 2009 21:10:46 GMT -5
Sighing in a slightly irritated way, the young man rolled his eyes again and pushed the book back on the shelf. Reading about music was no where near as fun as actually playing music. He thumbed along the spines of all the books, not really finding anything until his fingers brushed against a book titled The Big Book of Staff Paper, reminding him his little leather bound book of staff paper was filling up quickly. That’s what happened when he was sick of studying and not allowed to run – he played his guitar, or more often, his piano and when he played something he liked, he’d write it down. In his entire book, there were only three or four complete songs. The rest were just a few bars here and a few bars there of something that he liked the way it sounded when he played it.
He moved over a few sections, to a few shelves that held the leather-bound books and pulled out a few, finally settling on one identical to his nearly-full one at home. Might as well make them look the same, right? Exhaling a long breath, he turned back to the other books, knowing he could only play so much music before he had a brain block and couldn’t do anything else with it for a while. That was never fun. Musicophilia; the psychology of music and the brain. Boring, he thought. He was nearly done with his basic psychology class and he could not wait to be done with it. Sure, it was interesting, but not all that exciting. It wasn’t something he found fascinating and, of course, he had put it off because he hadn’t wanted to take it, and now he was one of the older “kids” in the class. Another Beatles biography. He had read plenty of those. He made a face before he heard his name, looking up to see a somewhat familiar looking woman, though he couldn’t quite remember her name.
A smile crossed his handsome face and he nodded his head when she questioned his name. “That’s me.” She looked closer to Ana’s age than his and he assumed that’s where he knew her from; either she was one of Ana’s friends or she was in one of her classes and they had exchanged a few words while he was waiting for his girlfriend after her class. Laughing, he shook his head. “Sorry, I’m terrible at names. What’s yours? I know I know you from somewhere…” he said the last sentence slower, like he was trying to recall where exactly was he had met her before, a curious look in his dark eyes.
Laughing yet again when she questioned him about the book, he shrugged and held it open. “Not yet, it’s blank,” he joked, a teasing grin on his face. He had always been the jokester ever since about the seventh or eighth grade, when he finally started to be himself around people. Shrugging again, he shook his head, his dark curls sort of bouncing on his head, more serious as he spoke this time. “Nah. Nothing I really want to read, anyways. Did you find anything good?” he asked, noting the book she had in her hands. “Books, music, both. I need something to do, since I’m a hazard to myself and basically not allowed out side…” his voice kind of faded off as he began talking about how he was a danger to himself, more or less complaining to himself even though she could hear him fine and would probably find it rather amusing since she didn’t know him all that well.
Most of the people who would only recognize his face did find his miscellaneous injuries slightly amusing as they heard the rumors how they happened. His “mysterious disappearance” after his wreck had the most random rumors flying around, people mostly guessing he had done something to himself…again. He swore there were some people at the school who thought he was suicidal with all of his hospital visits and everything. Even in his high school things had been the same way. “Where’s Jason today?” “Oh, he’s in the hospital. Again.” And the horseback riding hadn’t helped. A few minor concussions from falling off of his high horse had been the most serious injury from that, though, it wasn’t anything he couldn’t live through. If nothing else, he had learned how to laugh at himself when he tripped walking up the stairs in front of half the school, a skill he now realized was rather important to have instead of getting all embarrassed and scurrying away as fast as he could. Making a joke out of tense situations always lightened the mood and it was something he had mastered without much of a problem.
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