Matreania
Expect the unexpected, it expects you
Zyana tried her hard to stay away, it wasn't easy when your teacher sounded like a loon tones knock off and the fun aspect of it all was not there. She had started the new semester with her major all in her mind, it was her strong suit but not her only means of picking classes. Psychology was fun, but she needed some space to learn new things at the same time. The variations of classes she took extended her Associate's in Field Psychology for the last three years, Now, she was going for her Bachelor's in Field Psychology, which would probably take another three years, buts he didn't mind. Other then the terrible sound of this teacher's voice, she actually did love being about to go to school.
Zyana couldn't get out of the class fast enough, heading into town for a quick Starbucks fix, before she was subjected to being an assistant for the cockiest Psychologist in town. He was a brilliant man, yes, easy to talk to and not terrible looking, but he was too confident in his work, that he never changed it. His last assistant quit because he didn't let her assistant in anyway, she was more of the receptionist then a Psychology assistant. Zyana was just glad that she would at least be able to have time to study people at work.
Zyana rode her little Ford Focus out of campus parking and into town, she was usually happy to ride her bike, but today seem to be a hot day and driving was so much cooler, air wise. She just needed something keep her awake and focused, while she files, answered phones, impatient patience and emails. She sighed, she couldn't wait for her day's off usually, but this week had just started, she had no plans and she didn't know how the week would go. So, she just tried to take it one step at a time.
Zyana couldn't get out of the class fast enough, heading into town for a quick Starbucks fix, before she was subjected to being an assistant for the cockiest Psychologist in town. He was a brilliant man, yes, easy to talk to and not terrible looking, but he was too confident in his work, that he never changed it. His last assistant quit because he didn't let her assistant in anyway, she was more of the receptionist then a Psychology assistant. Zyana was just glad that she would at least be able to have time to study people at work.
Zyana rode her little Ford Focus out of campus parking and into town, she was usually happy to ride her bike, but today seem to be a hot day and driving was so much cooler, air wise. She just needed something keep her awake and focused, while she files, answered phones, impatient patience and emails. She sighed, she couldn't wait for her day's off usually, but this week had just started, she had no plans and she didn't know how the week would go. So, she just tried to take it one step at a time.