Wednesday 6 November 2024

Mysteries of Aurora - Thursday, September 5th, 2024; Early Morning

Thursday, September 5th, 2024

Freya emerged from her room, ready for the day. She took out the schedule. “Let’s see, first Music intro lecture at 10:00.” There was plenty of time to have breakfast and to sketch a western view before heading out.

 

 

Janara woke to find that Olivia was ready to head out, as she had been the previous two days. “You seem to be an early riser,” she said, sleepily.

 

“Usually,” Olivia said as she turned to the door.

 

“Could you wait?”

 

“Sure.”

 

 

Freya entered the Dining Hall. She saw Dana with several others at a table near one of the windows. ‘There!’ she decided. She went to get breakfast.

 

 

“Hey,” Freya said as she bounded over.

 

“What are you doing today?” Dana asked.

 

“Introduction lectures,” Freya answered.

 

“You don’t sound enthused.”

 

“I am happy to start classes.”

 

“But?” Dana asked.

 

“Like, It wasn’t always easy, having ADHD and going to school…”

 

“So, you think there’ll be problems?

 

“The University got the information and there will be accommodations,” Freya said. “But I don’t know how adaptable the lecturers will be.”

 

“So, you’re a little anxious about that?”

 

Freya nodded.

 

 

Dana wasn’t sure what to say. Other than… “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”

 

Freya nodded again. “And that is quite reassuring. I could have ended up at any other University in Aurora. But AAUA has the best Creative Arts programs.”

 

“Then I’m sure you’ll do great.”

 

“At the practical aspects, absolutely. It’s the theoretical aspects that I might struggle with, especially if it’s presented in a bland manner. I know that my focus will wander in that case.”

 

“But I’m sure you’re confident enough to ask for help?” Dana asked.

 

‘But I don’t want to have to, if that makes sense.”

 

“It does.”

 

“Thanks,” Freya said. “I’m sure that when I get there, that at least some of the content will be presented in an engaging manner.”

 

 

On the other side of campus, Olivia and Janara entered the dining hall. “So, you have introduction lectures today?” Janara asked.

 

“Yes,” Olivia answered. “Introduction to the Nordic Era, covering the situation in Aurora at the beginning of the Ninth Century.”

 

“Sounds like a good start.”

 

“And you?”

 

“Intro to Auroran computer languages,” Janara answered.

 

“There wouldn’t be that many, right?”

 

“You’d be surprised. Aurora was one of the pioneers of computing from the 1950’s onward.”

 

“Really?” Olivia asked. “That’s something I hadn’t heard about.”

 

“It isn’t that widely known. I found it in some obscure sites and books. But the languages themselves are known.”

 

“But it makes me wonder what else about Aurora isn’t widely known.”

 

 

Freya headed towards the Music and Art Building along relatively shaded areas of the elevated walkways. She did want to have her eyes open during the start of the lecture. She hoped that the lecturer wouldn’t flick through the slides too quickly, as that would trigger her overwhelm like nearly nothing else.

 

 

She approached the lecture theater and saw that a large number of other students were waiting. ‘I didn’t think there would be this many.’ She looked at her tablet and saw that there was still more than five minutes before it would start. One of the other students came over to her.

 

“Hi, I’m Alexia.”

 

“Freya.”

 

“I see that you’re quite artistic.”

 

“It runs in the family,” Freya responded. She looked more closely at Alexia. She seemed to be much more conventional, albeit with subtle highlights in her long brown hair. ‘But that’s just the surface.’ She knew that there would be a lot more to her. ‘Like Daniela yesterday.’ She didn’t want to be hypocritical.

 

“I’m the first in the family to go to AAUA,” Alexia said. “They expected it to be for something practical.”

 

“Art can be practical,” Freya said. “It depends on the attitude.”

 

“I suppose so,” Alexia said, with a thoughtful expression on her face. “But I am studying Architecture as well.”

 

“That’s certainly practical, but also can be artistic,” Freya responded.

 

Alexia nodded. “That is why I chose it.”

 

The doors were then opened. “Time to go in,” Freya said.

 

 

“Welcome to Introduction to Advanced Music Theory. I am Professor Iona Ingurman, the coordinator for this course.”

 

As the lecture started, Freya found that it was engaging and that Ingurman wasn’t going through the slides too fast.

 

 

When the lecture finished, Ingurman called Freya. ‘Of course,’ she thought. She turned to Alexia. “I’ll catch you later.”

 

“Sure,” Alexia said.

 

Freya went down to the Professor. “You want to talk?” she asked after the lecture theater had emptied.

 

“Yes, I wanted to know the person behind the boring data.”

 

“I’m certainly a lot more interesting in person,” Freya said with a slight nervousness that she didn’t usually display. She sat in the chair next to the desk.

 

“It says several things.”

 

“I’m sure it does.”

 

“That you have ADHD and are a synaesthete,” Ingurman said.

 

“That’s right,” Freya said. “I have difficulty focusing if the material isn’t interesting or engaging.”

 

“That makes sense. The university often has many students with ADHD. Anyway, it also says that you suffer from sensory overload and get visually overwhelmed?”

 

“Bright or flickering lights or strong colours can be a problem, but I have adapted.”

 

“A tendency to keep her eyes closed as a result,” Ingurman said, with a tone of interest.

 

“Yes, but when that happens, I can record stuff and it has helped me improve my listening skills.”

 

“I’m sure they’re very good.”

 

 

At the same time, Olivia arrived at her lecture and almost panicked when she saw the large number of other students. ‘I’ll sit at the edge,’ she decided.

 

“Hi.”

 

Olivia turned and saw a short haired girl there. “Olivia,” she said.

 

“Flavia. I noticed that you seemed, anxious.”

 

“I’m an introvert. I don’t like crowds,” Olivia explained.

 

“You probably didn’t like yesterday then.”

 

“I figured out a way. But when classes are large, it’s hard to avoid.”

 

“Well, you could find an isolated spot in there,” Flavia suggested.

 

“I was going to.”

 

The doors then opened.

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