瑞玢的左眼

today's my last art class in this university (i hope)
Huber was on my ass about speaking up during the critique. Guess he understood that it was my last day, I should at least say something about my work. Glad that he had warmed up to me in the end, i could tell. He used to hate me when i was taking his Drawing I class..lol..
and as I set myself apart after the exam, I finally got the courage to talk to Baily..! I decided to get a free T-shirt from registration office, so I waited till him left the SS to BA for his class. It was 30 minutes after my colour theory exam time. I went back home to change. when i got back to the Temple, I was really late. i thought i missed him already. but i waited anyway..
thank fucking god, i waited. He walked out of the SS around 10:30. he was late..lol..so i walked outta the Temple quickly. this is the second time i've done it. the first time i was ignoring him, just walk my way towards the BA to take care of my FA business. This time i finally got the courage to say something to him.
"Morning, Mr. Baily." I said.
"Morning. How're you doing?" he asked nicely.
I gave him a hollow smile, speechlessly.
He understood how I felt - finals are killing me. So he laughed. "Just hanging there, (huh)?"
As the conversation begain. We walked forward together, side by side.
I couldn't remember what I said or what HE said. But then he just popped the question, "Just keep showing up, huh?" or something like that. For a second there, I thought he meant I was always chasing him. I didn't ask him what that meant, nor did I answer it directly.
"Yeah, well. I just finished taking my art exam. I think I blew it." I said, changing the subject.
"What's it about?" He asked.
"Color Theory?" I replied.
"Oh, my." He said. Then implied that "theory" is always hard.
He asked if it had essay or answering questions, or was it just multiple choice. I told him it was matching. Just terminology and all.
Then he asked me a question. I didn't quite understand. It was something like, "Does _____ match?"
I looked at him. Just shrugged.
He laughed again.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked.
"[scoff]Absolutely not." I joked.
He laughed.
"There's no way I'm passing that class." I added.
"What class? MY class?!" He was shocked.
"Yeah...." I sigh.
"No... I thought you were doing better than that." He said.
I paused, then said, "Making Cs right now."
"C's not bad," he said, "It's passing."
"Yeah, well.." I didn't know how to answer that at the moment, but then I soon added, "Don't like taking a C, though." I laughed.
"Yeah. Me, too." He said.
"My dad would probably kill me." I laughed again.
"Your dad would probably kill you, if what..?" He didn't understand what i meant.
"If i make a C." I said. "Both of my parents are college professors." I added.
"Oh, my." He was shocked again.
By this time, we've already reached the door to the BA building. We took the long way. He usually takes the short-cut through the woods. But not today. He walked with me and talked with me.
He opened the door for me. I walked through then open the second door myself. Because I didn't want to let him think that I walked this way with him on purpose, or I intended to talk with him, so I didn't wait on him after i got into the BA. I just walked straight to the stairs, then walked down slowly because my legs were shaking from the lack of sleep.
"What do they teach?" He asked. To continue the conversation.
I was happy.
"[scoff] English." I replied.
"Wow. Both of them?" He was in shock, again!
"Yeah." I said. Then told him about my mother just got her Ph. D in Literature and Language here this summer.
He asked if my parents correct my english all the time.
I shook my head and gave him a serious look to implied "Oh, yeah..All the time." But I didn't say a word.
He understood. "Yeah. My mother does that, too. Grammar and all."
"I hate Grammar." I laughed.
He laughed, too.
We've finally reached to his classroom.
"See you later." was the last sentence he said to me before he walked into the room.
"Bye." I smiled. But didn't turn around.
We both didn't look at each other when we said goodbye.
It was the nicest chat I've ever had with anyone on campus. I still can't believe he asked me all kinds of personal questions. I thought the "Good morning" part would just kill it. Never thought the conversation could extended all the way to our parents and all. I wasn't less in shock in him than he was in me.
My, oh, my. What am I going to do tomorrow? After the exam, everything will be over. There's no way I'm taking that course again. I'm too embarrassed to take it again. And I don't want to waste money on re-takes. Guess I better study hard. Oh, damn. I'm getting my paper back tomorrow. I bet I'd so laugh my ass of on myself about that paper I wrote.
Wish me luck tomorrow..

PS. Saw Eric crossing the stree to the parking lot around 7:20pm when i went back to century to do my laundry. I would've drive pass the street to say hi to him if i wasn't wearing some dumb T-shirt with a shit-face. But I did see his car. It looked like his brother's. It was that same old black truck. I'll probably see him tomorrow.