Comfort in a Styrofoam cup
I was an hour early for my only class of the day - I swear bus driver are evil monkeys in disguise trying to take over the world. No real need for caffeine, but old habits die hard. Spot the coffee machine, there are a few people queuing for their daily dose of black goddess - nothing unusual - insert coins, make you selection : regular coffee with sugar please. 0,40 euro of comfort. The cup is warm in my hand. Blue fingers turn a healthy rosy pink again. A taste a heaven after facing the Norman rain.
Well it's not rain actually, not that kind of heavy monsoon rain, rather droplets of water caught in mid air that tend to end in your hair -especially when you spent the previous hour trying to do something good with you hair and a hair-straightener. You don't want to play in that kind of rain, there aren't even any puddle to jump in. The ground is just plain wet, uniformly wet. And there is no threatening black cloud to make up stories about above your head, no, the sky is just grey. So grey it is white, deep depressing white.
It doesn't even taste of coffee, my drink I mean, but I realize it is the taste I've craved for my two-week holidays. Yeah, cheap coffee is what makes uni uni. More sour than bitter at the beginning it makes my stomach ache, and then too sweet at the end because of the un-melted sugar at the bottom. I walk slowly, trying not to spill any as I climb up the stair (too many people on the ground floor).
Fifth floor (and no elevator thank you very much) and it is still as crowded. Something's wrong, oh yes it is the day the details of the exams marks are published (my marks go from 13.5 to 14.85 out of 20). Here I recognize familiar faces, classmates and old friends, long time no see.
And thus the second semester began.
Well it's not rain actually, not that kind of heavy monsoon rain, rather droplets of water caught in mid air that tend to end in your hair -especially when you spent the previous hour trying to do something good with you hair and a hair-straightener. You don't want to play in that kind of rain, there aren't even any puddle to jump in. The ground is just plain wet, uniformly wet. And there is no threatening black cloud to make up stories about above your head, no, the sky is just grey. So grey it is white, deep depressing white.
It doesn't even taste of coffee, my drink I mean, but I realize it is the taste I've craved for my two-week holidays. Yeah, cheap coffee is what makes uni uni. More sour than bitter at the beginning it makes my stomach ache, and then too sweet at the end because of the un-melted sugar at the bottom. I walk slowly, trying not to spill any as I climb up the stair (too many people on the ground floor).
Fifth floor (and no elevator thank you very much) and it is still as crowded. Something's wrong, oh yes it is the day the details of the exams marks are published (my marks go from 13.5 to 14.85 out of 20). Here I recognize familiar faces, classmates and old friends, long time no see.
And thus the second semester began.