A crisp day, to say the least, but it had gotten warmer since Emily had arrived at work in the morning. Still, she hurried the short distance from the entrance of the library to the archways and entrance of the hall that her survey class was housed in (never can remember the names of these places, she thought, it's some kind of hall, I'm sure). She entered into the warm, quiet lobby, complete with two modern chairs and a couch, oddly empty because she had gotten there even earlier than normal.
Really though, Emily was starting to wonder if time was trying to mess with her mind. She felt like she left work for class a little bit later each day, but was continually showing up earlier and earlier to class. She checked her watch; 10:02 am. Didn't she leave the Stacks office a little after ten? Shouldn't it be at least, like, 10:07 or so? It made no sense to her whatsoever, but any extra time that she got to read before class she wasn't going to question. Hopping up the flight of stairs to the second floor, she walked the short distance to her classroom at a brisk pace, weaved her way through the chairs past the one other student in the room, and to her oddly chosen seat on the other side of the room.
Emily would almost always choose a seat that's easy to remember. She fancied herself especially habitual, and loved to sit in the exact same seat every class. In all uninteresting classes, she would find a seat in the back but closest to the door, so that she could make a quick exit when the time came, but most of what she did would be fairly inconspicuous, hidden behind so many other students (activities such as reading, drawing, knitting scarves). In small classes where everyone is meant to be involved, she took a spot close to the front row (never the third or fourth row back, those rows were so forgettable), normally either the front row itself (on the end closest to the door), or a column on either side of the classroom (second or third seat, never farther back). She didn't like choosing the random seats in the middle of the classroom, she felt like just another one of the crowd in those seats and there was a good chance that she would forget which seat was hers anyway and mess up the order of absolutely everything. That was what made her Survey class seat so odd, it was second column from the end, about halfway down, fourth or fifth row. There was so much uncertainty to where she sat that she had no clue where her actual seat was compared to where she was the week before.
Those thoughts left her mind fairly quickly though. She sat down in her seat, hung her hoodie and coat on the back of her chair, and got out her book. That was what this class was really good for. Let's see what the dragons' plan of attack is now...
