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It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
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So far, this university thing wasn't much different. The visits to the campus hyped this thing up like it would be a life changing experience. But so far, it wasn't jack-fucking-shit. Everything felt the same. There were cliques, professors being overbearing and putting restrictions on what you can and cannot do. All the classes the advisors put Lillian- or "recommended her" to be in, were things she had taken before. But for whatever reason, her credits didn't transfer and she had to do this mumbo jumbo all over again. Her dreams of leaving calculus and physics behind for the rest of her life would have to remain as they were for now. Her major didn't even involve these things, but the stupid education system made her retake these classes. On top of it, she was also placed into an American History class, as if Lillian [i]really[/i] needed to learn about the country she was merely going to school in. Not like she was a citizen. Why did she need to know it? Why did it matter if she needed to know how many wars this country has been in or what President Trump has been up to?

Why did anything she was taking right now matter? She was here to get a degree and move on with her life. No longer did she want to derive the function of the graph. Why? That was the word of the week for Lillian. Everything she had experienced so far seemed like it was straight out of a shitty teenage drama you'd find running on the CW. Overhearing some murmurings, she learned about a website that contained rumors and secrets all across campus. Who was even behind it? If it was anything like the show, then it was definitely some rich uppity kid with nothing better to do than to ruin some lives. Just... why? The more she found out about the school, the more it felt like she was living in a teenage story instead of actually coming here and getting something done with her life for once. 

At the moment, the British girl was set up in the school's library. Tucked away in the corner on one of the highest floors, she was sitting in front of a screen and scrolling away on whatever website she was on. It was nice to get away from the population that this school held. Everyone she saw seemed to be the same. Ugg wearing, Starbucks drinking, and bun-wearing girls were all over the place. She despised those sorts of people. They followed the crowd and typically had no brains of their own. It was sad, really. The men weren't much different, either. Unlike the women, they actually had some variety, but not the good kind. There were either roided up, braindead frat boys, or bone-thin, brainy nerds. It was an odd phenomenon that she had observed, but it was living up to what she had seen on television.

Taking a sip from her cup, she sighed and pulled up a syllabus for her English Composition class. At least this was something that Lillian actually enjoyed. Looking at the required reading, she had found out that all the books they were going to break down were all things she had read before. "The Great Gatsby", "Catcher in the Rye", and "Fahrenheit 451". What exactly was this class? Those were all books she read in [i]secondary school[/i]. For crying out loud, no wonder she had gotten into this school. The system here definitely wasn't shit compared to what she did back home.