Walking to class, her straight long ginger hair with tints of blonde sway back and forth against her light grey backpack as she describes the day she has ahead of her. She tells us that she will be headed home early, a tiring and tedious six-hour drive back to Rapid City, and that tonight she would be surprising her grandmother. She has not seen her grandmother since she started the school year, so she spoke of seeing her small, sweet grandmother with eyes huge with excitement.
Today, she chose to wear athletic black leggings and dirty grey and pink tennis shoes with a light teal sweater. On any chosen day, you could find a hint of blue on her in some form or another. Different shades of blue just captured her perfectly. She could be calming and soothing, like the sky on a sunny day or she could be like a raging hurricane. She was unpredictable.
For her outer layer, she wore a black parka that was long for her five foot and four inch body. She had gotten the coat for her soccer season her freshman year. Even though she checked the weather and said it would be warmer than it has been the previous fall days, she still chose to wear the big winter coat.
She continues to talk and then as I begin to stray away from the group, headed to my class, she directs her attention to me. She asks me if she will see me before she leaves for her long weekend. She hates it when there is no goodbye exchanged when we depart. I say I’m not sure, but we will see. If not, safe travels. And she, in her most loving manner, giggles softly and says “I will! Break a leg tonight!”