October 2nd, 2017.
“I don’t like this class.”
Your voice cut through the air and I stop scribbling on my notebook. Lowering my voice, I ask, “You don’t like what?”
“This class. The professor hates me.”
I chuckle. “You just have to fix that tardy habit of yours.”
“I can’t. I hate waking up early.”
I smile to myself.
Countless Mondays of our fifth semester, I learn that you’ve always been an opposite of me.
You hate sitting in front; I hate sitting in the far back. You hate reading textbook; I read almost half of them on our second Monday. You dislike waking up early; I’m a morning person.
You dislike Monday; and I like Monday the most.
Monday is the only day I get to be in the same class as you.