It’s sharp, black, little legs carefully traversed the white tiled floor. I always liked to consider how out of it’s element it must be, a small 8-legged creature in a human’s world. They’re really quite interesting, their legs are powered by hydraulics you know? Practically alien little creatures.
“Oh shit bro, a spider!” A fellow student passing by my desk said.
*STOMP.* And now it’s dead. Half it’s corpse on some kid’s shoe, half on the shiny laminate tile of the biology lab.
The thought of that spider stayed with me for a while as I walked across campus to calculus II, avoiding the patches of ice around campus. What was waiting for me was a much cuter curiosity, another living being clearly out of her element, a classmate wearing an over-sized coat, ear muffs and dark blue jeans tucked into her wool socks.
It had been half a semester of sitting one row to the right and one desk behind this girl, and she had never spoken, seemingly never done anything. She didn’t even take notes, which is pretty ballsy for Calc II. Not even I’m that irresponsible.