Stressed. That was probably how she could describe the whole experience of going back to school. Her daughter was still so young, and while Penelope wasn't even taking a full course load yet, the time she was away from her baby made her feel guilty. She supposed she could put it down to, for want of a better term, teething pains. She hadn’t found her balance yet between mother and student. She’d work it out, she was sure. This period was always going to be stressful, and Poppy had to remind herself not to be too hard on herself, expect too much too soon. This was all just a natural adjustment period.
Still, it didn’t make her any less stressed, or make her feel anymore guilty about being away from her daughter. In fact, she’d been in the library studying for a solid few hours, maybe she’d call it a day, and go home to have snuggles with Ayda? Packing up her notebooks and the text books spread out around her, Poppy placed them away in her over-sized handbag. She knew most people used laptops these days, even to take notes, but she enjoyed the.. visceral experience of actually handwriting her notes. Besides, she had a thing for stationary, so any excuse to buy a new notebook was a good thing as far as she was concerned.
Stepping out of the library, she paused under the cover to put up her polka-dot umbrella. Glancing around, she spotted a student not far from her, hovering under the covered part of the path. If it were her, Poppy would want someone to come to her aid, she moved down to the other student. “Where you headed?” She asked, with a smile. “Need an escort?” She nodded to her umbrella.
