She looked in the mirror, hair explosive as ever and makeup styled to perfection. She narrowed her eyes and pouted devilishly, applying a thick layer of crimson lipstick to her lips, hallucinogenic of course. Donning a tight black pencil skirt with an outrageously high slit as well as a fitting, extremely low cut crimson shirt, matching black blazer and sky high heels she smirked. Dress to impress always had been her motto and she was River Song so vanity and terrorizing her students was always going to be a top priority.
A few corridors and stairways away stood John Smith and his best friends Amy and Rory Pond. He stood looking out of place and abandoned like a sad little puppy surrounded by a pack of wolves. University was a terrible idea of Amy's and It was all his brain's fault, stupid scholarship. At least were together Rory kept on comforting, how was that in any way a comfort when one of the 'we' was a evil Scottish redhead who pressurised innocent clever people into big scary buildings like this where they would be bullied until graduation, it was like school only longer and more painful and he hated it. This was another thing about him he had to know everything so drop him in a totally new environment and he was reduced to the shy little geek, great.
And whilst on the topic of evil Scottish redheads,"Oi stupid face, hurry up, It's not like your gonna get bullied 'till graduation!"
Right final straw, just kill me now, seriously It's quicker.
Unfortunately for him the only thing Amy was planning to be quick about was getting to their new dormitories and unpacking so they would be ready for when classes started.
Four desks, two fat guys and three suitcases later Rory inserted the key into the lock and opened the door to their new home. They each took their fair share of the unpacking and resting, which basically meant Amy took everyone's share of resting whilst Rory waited on her and John unpacked, she had said it was fair so Rory automatically believed her and John submitted to avoid violence, violence meaning he cowered and apologised while she hit him with a biscuit tin or a slipper or anything close to her that was sure to inflict damage and pain. Sadistic crazed Scott. Honestly one day he would threaten to steal her haggis! Actually maybe not, she may have bought a baseball bat whilst his back was turned...
Right, thoughts of Amy and her pet poodle behind, he had finished sorting out their various items and the only scars he had been left with were mental ones from the things he had discovered in Amy's case, truly terrifying.
Speaking of terrifying, "Raggedy man, fifteen minutes till class and we still don't know which ones, were did you loose the lesson plan this time, hmm?"
Why did people always think he had lost something important, he knew exactly where the lesson plan was, infact it was right here in his pocket, maybe, probably, no. Not good Amy'd never ever trust him again with anything, well come to think of it she already didn't so not much change but..STILL!
"Thankfully I brought a spare." Irritating, organized pet poodle, huh.
Okay looking at the plan he would have Statistics and History before break then he would have Archaeology till lunch before a bit more Statistics and some Physics. Yay, he knew choosing Physics for a major and History as a minor would result in classes he liked as well as classes he was good at!
Now he had less than five minutes to run to Statistics, somewhere down the corridor to the left and up a staircase if he remembered correctly, which luckily he did.
Exhausted after the sprint he'd made, John entered the room and found his seat before opening his rucksack and collecting his books for the subject. There was a dull little man in a bow tie droning on about something or other John already knew all about, actually the bow tie was probably the best part of the entire lesson, maybe he would buy one, actually he would definitely get one, bow ties are cool.
After a few hours of boredom, how could anyone talk about statistics for so long after all it's only counting, he made his way to history were the classroom was particularly hard to find.
Up a few floors and down a few more before seeing a door that blended in with the walls with History written on it in big capital (also blending in) letters, now that was just cheating.
After pushing and pulling for a while he was stopped by a man who kindly showed him that it was automatic and running into it at a high speed would do nothing except maybe injure the runner. The man also flashed him a big grin before quipping that he had got the wrong building and that the mental hospital was next door, rude.
He finally walked into the classroom before gathering the appropriate equipment and leaning back to enjoy the lecture on Celts and Romans with their only work to write a five page paper on Boudica, the warrior Queen. Easy, breezy.
Time had flown by and Amy had for once been right when she said that university was not going to be that bad. All his hard work had paid off as it was now time for break and relaxation, a girl came up to him and noticing he was new and trying to be friendly asked what class he had next, he replied by saying Archaeology and she had replied with a good luck, thumbs up and swift departure. What was so wrong with the subject anyway, maybe he could ask around and find out before he had to face it.
John approached a tall skinny man and asked about the offending topic to which the man replied, your screwed and walked off, how friendly.
One more try he thought as he neared a little blond girl who turned out to much more helpful, she had told him that the subject had nothing wrong with it but the professor's mental health could be questioned and if he was on his best behaviour and did absoloutley nothing wrong at all he might survive the crazy woman and her wrath, so it turned out he had nothing to worry about, that is if you don't count eccentric scary teachers and terrified students that he had to face, right about now.