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[spectacularly]

I don't think I've ever had so much reading.

And it's interesting, it really is, but so much of it is stuff that's totally unrelated to astronomy, and so that makes it harder to push through. I'm finding myself on campus even when I don't have classes, nursing a coffee in one hand and a highlighter in the other, trying to make sense of some seriously advanced physics.

I wonder if I'm cut out for this, sometimes, and I'm pulling back and rubbing my temples when I spot a familiar face in the distance. When I'd last seen her I'd had my arm in a cast. I'd say it's completely healed by now, but sometimes it still aches when it rains. "Hey, Jenny, right?" I offer with a smile, deciding her presence is as good an excuse to take a break as any other.

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[notverywise]

Jenny doesn't really know many other students at Barton. It isn't as if she's somehow opposed to it, or doesn't like them; she just has never really felt very much like one of them, and doesn't mind that. Honestly, she has a feeling the same would have been true no matter where she went to school, here or Oxford, though it certainly doesn't help that she's one of few non-Darrow natives in her classes here. It's more about the opportunity to get a degree than to be social.

So she isn't expecting to hear her name after class, glancing over instinctively at the sound of it, then realizing she's met the girl she was about to walk past. "Yes," she says, smiling. "And you're Aimee?"

[spectacularly]

"That's me," I tell her, closing some impossibly large book and gesturing towards the seat across front of me in case she wants to hang around a while. It's close to the end of the day, though, and I wouldn't really be able to blame her if all she wanted to do was head on home. I don't know what she's studying, but none of this seems to be easy so far. "How's your semester going?"

[notverywise]

"It's alright," Jenny says, setting her bag under the chair before taking a seat across from Aimee. It isn't as if she's in a hurry to get anywhere, and though she may not know her well, she'd liked the other girl the first time they met. Given how small her social circle here tends to be, it's hard not to think it might be a good idea to change that. "It's funny. During the summer, I start to feel like I'll go mad with boredom. Then when school starts again, I miss having all that free time."

[spectacularly]

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I say, sure that I do. I'd wanted nothing more than to start college for so long, but now I barely have time to go to the stables except for on the weekends. It's okay, though, I'm sure I'll get better at managing time as it goes on, I've had to adapt to enough already here as it is. And it's good, having a distraction from real life. From the urge to lift my flask to my mouth. "What are you studying here, again?"