“Felicity” gave the impression that college was a wonderful place for meetings and network.
After three years with the same people, and two others ahead, it looked like heaven! Not that I was not happy with my class, at least with part of it, but the image of American colleges is always idyllic and makes me want to go not so much to join classes (almost always unjustified absent) but for the dormitories, the refectory, the everyday jobs, the study groups (which did everything except studying).
<<I trust you, Felicity. This is my drama: for better or for worse, I always believe in you.>>
When I used to come back from high school starving, I often had to wait for my brother to return, hence to avoid eating the plate and the tablecloth, I used t turn on the TV hoping there was something decent that could distracted me. Of course, lunchtime was my mother’s turn to choose what to watch, but from time to time she let us select the series provided it was something she liked too. That’s how I started watching “Felicity”.
It was the end of May, the school luckily was almost at the end but that meant classroom work in a burst, so the idea to get out of that nightmare and start the university where – naively I thought – I could handle all my time, was a real relief.
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