Laura took a deep breath, and started her jog across campus. She had class on one side and small window of time to get to the other on the opposite side of campus. The girl was heavy laden with a portfolio slung over her shoulders complete with drawing boards, a large backpack overstuffed with things she forgot to clean out and a tackle box jingling with an assortment of brushes, tubes of paint as well as other odds an ends. Without all her gear, she would have enjoyed the jog, but at that moment, she felt sluggish and clunky. She would often bump into people with her things as more students bustled down the sidewalks and between buildings.

It wasn't so bad though. She only had one more studio before she was done and she could unload and at least enjoy some of the day while going to work. The studio wasn't bad either, they room used to be an old factory storage room. It was large with huge window panes that allowed for loads of natural light and a very airy feel. She loved the room, but she wouldn't have the time to linger that day. Laura was always rushing from one activity to the next, but like having a fast paced schedule. If it wasn't school, it was work, and if it wasn't work, it was long walk/jogs around the city. 

The girl loved being on the move and hated staying still, which infuriated her roommates and her family. They wanted to settle down and make better decisions concerning her future. Majoring in art and working for a local flower shop wasn't very stable. It's true, she didn't know what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, she sorta just went along with things mostly. She enjoyed art and the new experiences it often brought, so she stuck to that the most, but everything else seemed on the fly, which was what she preferred. 

Hurrying into the studio, Laura finally made it over to the weird cubby hole made from scrap wood. She rather unceremoniously tossed her belongings into it after fishing out the things she needed. Today, she was working on a collaborative sculpture with two other classmates. The idea was to make something that would draw attention to itself, but it could only be constructed from cardboard and tape. It also had to be free standing and able to be moved in case it got displayed outside the studio. They were given three large sheets of cardboard to work with. They decided to construct a six foot tall arch made from warped card board that would have a sort of wind chime hanging from the center of the arch made of cardboard cylinders. They were working on making sure it was standing on it's own that day. 

"Laura did you bring the extra duct tape?" called one of her partners, who was holding the structure steady while the other proceeded to tape around the arches feet. She cheerily lifted her arms to show she was wearing the rolls of tape like gigantic metallic bangle bracelets.
"Well, that will work." He chuckled catching one of the rolls she tossed at him. 
"How long will you be able to stay?" He asked after flashing an apologetic smile at their other partner who was struggling to tape the feet.
"Not long, I got work after class" Laura reminded them.
He shot her a disapproving look and she shrugged assuring him that she would try to work on it when she got off work. It would be tough doing it alone, but she wasn't about to make them meet up with her after her shift to work on it.