Generation 04.02


Before leaving for college I had to go through high school graduation. While at City Hall mom, dad, Dorothy, and I had a family picture taken together. I can’t believe how old dad is starting to look. But I know he is still that young adventurer at heart.


“I’m so proud of you, honey,” he said as he pulled me into a hug.

“Thanks, dad.”

“I never went to college, I decided to see the world instead. But your grandmother went – twice actually. And she always told me and your aunts that it was some of the best time of her life. That she learned so much and met so many interesting people. She would have been proud of you too. The second Equidae to go to college.”

“I wish I could have met her.”

“Me too, honey.”


Following in Equidae tradition Dorothy and Robbie got engaged and married right after graduation. They decided to get a small place of their own.


As soon as graduation was over I took a cab to Sims University. I decided to try out dorm life so I moved into Henry Hall. My dormmates are Ann Conners, Jacob Sclamann, Leonard Shelly, Holly Gabrielsun, and Paris Vanderbailt.


I am sharing a room with Ann. The room is larger than I expected and decorated in nice shades of purples.


After I finished unpacking I headed down to the student union to get my orientation packet.

“Hello, I am Micah Seal and I am here to help you with orientation.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Danielle Equidae.”

“Nice to meet you. Now here is your class schedule and map of campus. The campus is fairly large and in addition to student housing and academic buildings there are also a lot of hangouts. Their is the bowling ally, coffee shop, etc. If you have any questions let me know. Here is my number.”

“Thanks,” I said slipping his number in my pocket.


Outside of the student union there were a bunch of easels set up. I spent a few hours painting before heading back to the dorms to get some sleep.


I had a pretty busy schedule. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I had three classes. Remarks on Math 201, Remarks on Math 202, and Art of Tattooing. Then on Tuesdays I had an Art Lecture and then on Thursday a drawing class. I was particularly looking forward to my Art Lecture on Tuesday as I had heard great things about the professor.


Life in the dorms is not all that it’s cracked up to be. Every time I sit down to study someone starts playing loud music and the place is always a mess.


I swear my dormmates are incapable of washing their dishes.


Finally my Tuesday Art Lecture arrived. I had heard great things about Professor Rory Hawthorne but I was not prepared for how gorgeous he is.


Wanting to make a good first impression I took careful notes and raised my hand to answer as many questions as possible.


The coffee shop on campus is one of my favorite places to hang out. They have excellent coffee and pastries. Plus it is usually pretty quiet which makes it a great place to study or sketch.


One afternoon while I was their studying I ran into Professor Hawthorne.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Hawthorne,” I said.

“Please call me Rory. Dr. Hawthorne is way to formal.”

Feeling a little bold I said, “So Rory, my model just called and cancelled and I was suppose to have a sketch done for my drawing class tomorrow. I don’t suppose you would mind posing for me?”

“I would be happy too. Did you need to do a nude sketch.”

Blushing at the idea of seeing my professor nude I responded, “no we are not at nudes yet. I can sketch you with your clothes on just fine.”


Rory struck a dorky pose that I think he thought was cool and then I spent the next several hours sketching him.


“Here it is,” I said. “I’m all finished.”

“Wow, that’s great,” Rory said. “You made a nice use of shading to add dimension to the sketch.”

“You know Danielle, you are one of my best students and you are a very talented artist. I would love to talk more about your art and get to know you better. What do you say to dinner tomorrow night.”

“I would like that,” I said blushing.


I am feed up with living in the dorms. Things are always breaking and the place is a mess. No one bothers to throw anything away or clean up after themselves.

The other day I found molding melted ice cream on one of the tables.  And there was a student sitting right next to it like it didn’t even bother him. SO GROSS!


I decided to move out of the dorms and into my very own rental. It isn’t real big but I live there alone and don’t have to worry about crazy people disturbing me while I am studying or trashing the house after I spend hours cleaning it up. I am excited to have a place of my own.

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