It's the end of September 2007. I just graduated from high school three months ago, had a great time doing my summer job, and now I was pushing the enter-button on my life's keyboard; Leuven would (hopefully) be my home for the four years to come. Exit sweet high school life. Now I was running with the big dogs.
A chilly wind was heralding the onset of autumn as I walked down the street, headed towards the auditorium I was going to have my first class at. I met up with some high school friends on the way. There were three of them: two girls, one boy. Up till now, only one of them sticked to their original choice of bachelor.
The boy was the first to realise he wasn't fit for the job. He initially started of really well, attending all classes. Quickly, however, the number of skipped classes started augmenting. He eventually ended up skipping almost all of the classes. I guess he just enjoyed the freedom of standing on his own feet too much, and was cleary not prepared to sacrifice this freedom to studying. The other girl seemed more persistent at first. She attended all classes, and didn't even had grades too bad to say out loud. But she didn't really like Communication and Media Sciences. So, after a first semester, she changed course. Japanese Studies it was. Then Journalism. As of this moment, I don't know too much about her whereabouts.
We entered the auditorium. The hall was pretty crowded with students already, despite the fact that we were twenty minutes early. We took places somewhere in the middle of the room.
The seats were comfortable, made of a gray fabric, and automatically folded out when you stood up.
We very soon discovered that this was going to be the setting for our new hobby: spotting people. We sat back, stretched out our legs and just watched and labeled. Little did I know who was about to enter the stage...
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prologue - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
A chilly wind was heralding the onset of autumn as I walked down the street, headed towards the auditorium I was going to have my first class at. I met up with some high school friends on the way. There were three of them: two girls, one boy. Up till now, only one of them sticked to their original choice of bachelor.
The boy was the first to realise he wasn't fit for the job. He initially started of really well, attending all classes. Quickly, however, the number of skipped classes started augmenting. He eventually ended up skipping almost all of the classes. I guess he just enjoyed the freedom of standing on his own feet too much, and was cleary not prepared to sacrifice this freedom to studying. The other girl seemed more persistent at first. She attended all classes, and didn't even had grades too bad to say out loud. But she didn't really like Communication and Media Sciences. So, after a first semester, she changed course. Japanese Studies it was. Then Journalism. As of this moment, I don't know too much about her whereabouts.
We entered the auditorium. The hall was pretty crowded with students already, despite the fact that we were twenty minutes early. We took places somewhere in the middle of the room.
The seats were comfortable, made of a gray fabric, and automatically folded out when you stood up.
We very soon discovered that this was going to be the setting for our new hobby: spotting people. We sat back, stretched out our legs and just watched and labeled. Little did I know who was about to enter the stage...
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prologue - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8
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