@njc94
Simply speaking she was tired. Granted.. Most university students were. But today.. She was extra exhausted. Probably just due to the simple fact that she ended up staying up for most of the night studying and or practicing. She was clad in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants, as well as just a simple tee shirt. She just was not in the mood to really get dressed today. Besides, all she had planned for today was to go to class. Dark circles quite present upon her pale face. Her backpack slung over her shoulder as she entered the classroom with a small yawn.Â
Even if she was exhausted and I mean.. Exhausted, she was not going to skip class. She couldnât afford to skip class. Maybe that was just because she was a perfectionist. Shifting her glasses up further along the bridge of her nose she had sat down upon one of the many seats in the classroom. There was still a few more minutes yet until class started. The pianist had sat her bag under the table before grabbing out her notebook, workbook and a pencil. After that, she just leaned her cheek against the cool table. Simply, waiting for class to begin.
