How was it, Christine wondered, that World History had somehow ended up as a GenEd requirement? She hadn’t taken a history class since her sophomore year of high school. They were always absurdly dull, and since History was, well, everything, on the rare occasions there’d be an interesting topic, it would be dropped in less than a week. The interesting topics, though, were few and far between, because everyone knew History was really just History of Wars and Laws, not History of Music, or History of Medicine or anything to do with the actual ways normal, non-soldiers lived.
Still, she took her seat up at the front, smile plastered over her cheeks, and took out her yellow-is-for-history notebook and gel pens. Sure, she was probably the last college student on the planet not to take notes on her computer, but the color coding just added something a little nicer to what was otherwise an extremely boring exercise in extremely boring things.
She leaned back, glancing around the room. Who did she know here…? Not a ton of people, apparently. That was good. She didn’t need her reputation to precede her in History class. Next thing she knew, she’d be doing all the work in projects, or else nobody would want to partner with her. It was really for the better that she didn’t know-
Oh!
She beamed, waving at the person who’d just walked through the door. “Hey, it’s so good to see you! Let’s sit together, I’d love to catch up, it’s been way too long!”
