Ditch Day. The one day a year where all the students are actually allowed to cut class and have a break from the grueling repetition of their classes. Yes, everybody loved ditch day! After all who wouldn’t, even the most dedicated of learners enjoy having a break every now and then. And going to class on ditch day was about as embarrassing as having your trousers yanked down in the hallway during middle school. If only Calliope knew that today was Ditch Day. Yes, sadly Calliope’s first day of class was on ditch day, and she nobody on campus had informed her of this. The campus was deathly quiet as everyone got in extra sleep, except for the early birds of course.
My my, I wonder why campus is so quiet today. Just yesterday i was woken up by the chatter of people heading to their classes, but today it seems their all gone! Calliope thought as she headed to her first class of the day. History class, not Callie’s favorite class but one she definitely enjoyed. While she much more enjoyed thinking about what is, and what could be, there was nothing wrong in learning about what has been. Calliope shivered in the chilled air of winter, her light green jacket doing little to protect her from the cold. Yes that jacket, while it felt absolutely wonderful and felt amazing to wear, was near worthless otherwise. It even had her families insignia on the chest, over the heart.
As Calliope entered class, she was absolutely shocked to find that the class was completely empty. She tried to blame it on being early, but as she checked her watch she found that she was certainly not early. She had just barely made it to class on time in fact, which made everyone's absence even more puzzling. “Ich glaube ich spinne...” Calliope said out loud. That was a German expression that translated to ‘I think I’m spinning’ or, in a more common american way of putting it, ‘I think I’m going crazy’.
Calliope removed her jacket, revealing her white button up shirt and lime green suspenders, then tied it around her waste. Ill wait ten minutes and then leave. Calliope convinced herself. It didn’t take very long for that plan to get busted, as the history teacher entered the room and closed the door behind him. Calliope wouldn’t have noticed if the door wasn’t rather loud when closing. She nearly jumped out of her seat as she shouted “Mein lieber Herr Gesangsverein!” (A German expression that translates to ‘My Dear Choir’, or ‘My Goodness!’), turning to see one of the largest people she had ever seen. Not exactly large in girth, but more in combined height and muscle. He was a true mountain of a man, but Calliope could already tell she stood taller than him by at least an inch. She couldn’t tell if his hair was brown, or black, but it was kept neat and combed. There was something familiar about him that she couldn’t put her finger on.
