The woman taps her
foot her foot in the air as her legs are crossed. She holds a small square card
which she keeps examining, almost as if studying it. It's to small to be the
average index card so what could it be? He right elbow rests on the miniature desk
connected to her chair, her hand resting in her hair as she leans into it.
Despite the fact that she sits here in her black yoga pants and grey shirt,
covered by her raspberry colored hoodie, she seems very well put together. She
looks at her watch to check the time. Most likely she is waiting here for class
to start, checking her phone now and then, but still keeping to that one small
card. She crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the notebook that
sits on her lap, reading the contents on its pages. She obviously needs to
study for her class, and is attempting to do so, but the early morning haze is
still resting upon her shoulders and somewhere in her mind she finds reason to
not put effort into studying. The clock nears the 8 o'clock hour and she begins
to pack her stuff as she heads off to her class.
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