Time passed quickly as I prepared myself for my first lecture of the year and before I knew it I was running across the campus towards the History rooms. Thankfully I wasn’t late so the lecture hadn’t begun, but there were already a lot of students hanging around waiting for the lecture to begin.
I quickly took a seat about halfway from the front of the hall and got my notepad out and prepared to take notes.
“Bad night?” The girl next to me asked. “Or was the night too good?”
“It was a good night,” I replied. “I’m just rather regretting it this morning. I sort of wish I didn’t have this lecture now.”
“It’s alright, you’ll be fine. It’s only the first week, they’re not going to expect us to do much.”
I raised my eyebrows skeptically and the girl next to me relented. “I was just trying to think positively. I’m Lily by the way.”
“Nessie,” I replied, smiling at her.
“So I take it you’re a bit of a party girl.”
“Not at all,” I exclaimed. “I don’t even know how I managed to get in such a state. My flat mates decided that they wanted to have a party last night and I thought I would join them but not really drink anything.”
“Ah, so you’re one of those girls,” Lily replied. “They managed to get you completely pissed didn’t they?”
“I was completely out of my head by the time I was put to bed last night. I can barely remember anything that happened.”
“Don’t worry, it’s Fresher’s week, there will be many more people feeling exactly the same this week.”
“You mean things like that happen every night this week? I don’t think I can cope with that!”
Lily laughed, a loud grating laugh that took me aback a little. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it. It takes a few times but once you get used to waking up with a throbbing headache it goes away faster every time.”
“I’m not sure I believe you but I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”
As Lily chuckled again, the door at the front of the lecture room flew open and a man dressed in jeans and a tan jacket and carrying a briefcase came in at took his place behind the lecture stand. Everyone in the room quieted down at his entrance, eyes following him as he pulled out a sheaf of papers and placed them on the stand.
“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,” he said, looking up at the rest of the lecture room as everything fell silent. “Welcome to your first Modern History lecture. My name is Professor Jacobs and I will be taking you for all of your 21stcentury topics, specializing in the politics of Poland during the time of the Soviet Union.
“For those of you who think that you can kick back and relax for this first year you might want to think again. I don’t suffer slackers lightly and any of you who fall behind and so no willing to catch up will be left behind. I hope each and every one of you will understand that. If you have changed your mind feel free to leave right now.”
Even though the room remained silent, no one stood up to leave, everyone either too intimidated or unwilling to leave at that point.
“Very well,” Professor Jacob continued. “Our first module will look at the British financial policies following the end of the Second World War.” He turned to the blackboard behind him and began scribbling notes.
For the next hour and a half I frantically took notes, listening to everything the Professor said, my hand screaming at me by the time the lecture finished and threatening to fall off.
“He’s very good isn’t he,” Lily commented as I packed my stuff away. “He’s the reason I chose this course. My father saw him lecture somewhere else and said that I had to take my offer from here when I got it.”
“He’s very direct,” I replied, picking up my bag and putting it over my shoulder, clutching my notebook against my chest.
“I think that’s what my father liked about him, he gets to the point. You want to go for a coffee?”
“Yeah sure,” I replied, smiling a little as we walked out of the lecture hall.
“Lily,” a guy sitting outside the hall called out, getting up from his spot on the floor where he had been slouched against the wall. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.” He approached us quickly and wrapped his arms around Lily, planting a kiss on her lips. I wasn’t quite sure where to look. I hadn’t expected someone to be waiting for Lily and wondered if our coffee was still on.
When Lily and the guy disengaged from each other, neither of them looking embarrassed about the fact that I had been standing there watching them, Lily turned back to me. “Nessie, this is my boyfriend, Harry, he’s a second year Psychology student here. Harry, this is Nessie, another History student.”
“Nice to meet you,” Harry said waving his spare hand at me.
“And you,” I replied. “I’ll see you later then Lily.”
“What about coffee?” She asked, her face confused.
“I thought you might want to spend time with Harry. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”
“Not at all,” Lily insisted. “I didn’t even know Harry was going to be here.”
“One of my seminar sessions was cancelled so I thought I would come and give you a visit,” he explained.
“Come and have coffee with us, Nessie,” Lily pleaded. “I’m going to need someone to go over that last bit with me and I saw you writing like a maniac all the way through. Your notes are probably much better than mine.”
“I’d love to go through it with you, as long as you are sure I’m not interrupting anything.”
“I’m sure,” Lily replied. I nodded and walked beside the couple as we headed out of the building.