First class

In less than five minutes I was in my room. Ethan was already up and fixing his stuff in the backpack for class.

“Dude, where have you been? We have classes in thirty minutes.” He asked, worriedly.

“I can take care of myself.” I’m not a friendly person in the mornings. I rushed inside the room and reached my towel hanging from the side of my dresser.

“Calm down, dude! There's a big line for the showers if you're thinking about using them.”

I quickly grabbed it and went out of the room.

A few minutes later, I was arriving at the Saint Cross Building for my first class. These white tile walls would welcome me for a few years until I graduated and I didn’t even get time to get used to them with the crazy start I had the past weekend.

I climbed down the four step entrance and paced through the hallway until I found my classroom. I got in and found a place to sit not very far from the board. A second later and very punctually, at 7:30 a.m., my professor entered.

“Good morning, everybody. I'm your Law School 101 teacher, aka Criminal Law and Procedures, known as Prof. Clifford Ferguson and we start right now your journey to become lawyers.”

The tight salmon button shirt under his black tie, his recently shaved beard and incredibly spiked hair made me think just one thing - would I fall in love with every single walking penis on campus?