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He made his way to the building, one of the older ones on the campus, red brick with a hint of Gothic to it. One might even say that there was a small amount of private school look to it. Then again the place may have started out that way years ago, but he didn't know for certain.

Part of him thought that it may have been one of the very first built, but once again he wasn't sure. Maybe he could take the time later to find out if that was true. A small plaque on the side of the building declared it an historical building, but there wasn't a date on it to give him the exact details. He looked briefly at it before opening the door and stepping into the shade.

Inside said building one could see the age. This hadn't been built yesterday, nor had it been built twenty years ago. There was brick and real wood instead of drywall. Even better was a wooden staircase that wound up to the top of the building. For a moment it reminded him of his first high school with students going up one direction and down the other. It was a pattern that was quickly learned by freshmen and understood by all. That was almost twenty years ago. Where had the time gone? The thought left him as easily as it had arrived.

This staircase was empty except for him. The heat was less than it had been on Monday, but he still wondered what it would be like in the classroom as he made his way ever upwards.

It was empty when he got to the room and the lights were off. He left then off, set his books down at a desk and made his way to the window. Outside the sun was still shining and it looked more like June than September. All of the leaves were still on the trees and fall still seemed far away. Soon sweaters would replace the baby tees. It was a fair exchange in his mind.

He turned around and saw a pile of yellow papers on the desk next to the wall. Picking them up he saw that they were various flyers giving information about the campus. He scanned them and put them back down. They weren't something that he needed to take with him.

There were still fifteen minutes before class was supposed to start, so he sat down and leafed through the book for the class. It really wasn't a book. Actually with its plastic spiral spine and photocopied pages, it resembled a cookbook more than anything else.

It was the first time that he had looked at the book since he bought it Monday night after class. Most of the lecture had been straightforward enough and the book echoed what he had been told the other day. Then he looked ahead to see what was coming next. Things weren't as accelerated as they were in summer, but he knew that there was going to be an exam next week.

When she walked into the room, she wasn't someone that he recognized. She took a seat close to him and asked if this was such and such class and he said yes. It was good to meet someone new.

 
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