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Celeste's POV
The first week of a new semester always felt strange to me. Not because anything dramatic happened, but because the entire campus seemed determined to convince itself that everyone was starting over. New schedules were printed, new professors introduced themselves with the same rehearsed enthusiasm, and fresh notebooks were opened with far more optimism than they deserved. For a few days, everyone acted like they hadn't spent previous semesters making the exact same promises to themselves. I should have been paying attention. Instead, I found myself staring at the margin of my notebook or rather, I kept returning to it.
The lecture hall buzzed with the familiar sounds of the first week of classes like the soft tapping of keyboards, the rustle of paper, the occasional
