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Rushing (I)
- Always rushing...
Eva's thin shape hastily crosses through the
main entrace at the University. It's difficult to squeeze through the
throngs of students that are making their way to their classrooms, but
Eva maneuvres through the crowd skilfully. “Practice makes perfect...”,
she says to herself.
She takes a quick glance at the clock that takes prominence in the
main hall. “Still on time. Three minutes before class begins”. But each
foot is struggling to be faster than the other. For the last few weeks,
those feet of hers haven't touched ground: they just fly as she walks.
Stairs. Watch out. Last Friday she almost stumbled and fell. Luckily there was nobody around to see that…
- Always running…
She
feels a sharp pain in her calves. Since she started with her first job
almost one month ago, she hasn't been able to find time to do any
sport, and her physical condition has started to deteriorate as a
result of her new lifestyle. She can't remember being this busy ever
before: she can hardly afford to take time off for class. “At this
rate, you will probably be having lunch on the bus…”, Lucía warns
her all the time. Maybe… she should quit her job, but right now isn't
the best time to afford such luxury whims.
This rushed lifestyle will not be for much longer, she tells
herself. If everything goes well, she will graduate next June and, as
a brand-new graduate in Philosophy, she would be able to find a
full-time job as a... secretary. Philosophy is definitely not the most
popular vocation nowadays.