What a great day for european history! ((Open))
May 31, 2012 16:46:45 GMT -5
Post by Michael Laurent on May 31, 2012 16:46:45 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day in the high seventies. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as Michael approached the courtyard. He didn't have any classes that day which was great because who would want to be inside on a day like this. He had some studying to do so Michael grabbed his european history notes and went outside. He packed a towel, a water bottle and his sunglasses in a little draw string bag as he headed outside.
It was perfect out. He decided to wear a white sleeveless shirt and tan cargo shorts which were quite baggy on his long legs. His biceps were clearly visible with the lack of sleeves. Today his eyes were a metallic grey, which wasn't unusual for him on sunny days. His red notebook was in his hand along with his favorite black pen. The bag was strung over his shoulders. It was also very breezy out so Michael was in heaven at this point.
With every graceful step he took it seemed more and more to be the perfect day out. It wasn't to hot, not to cold, but just right. He settled on a spot and pulled his towel out over the green grass. He opened his notebook to French history and read up on the reign of terror. He was born and raised in France so this stuff really interested him. Lyon was where he called home, not New York. He missed the crowded streets and narrow roads. The businesses were all there so everything was home made. The patio restaurants were just what he wanted in a city. Most of all the air just was clean there, as opposed to New York's musk which was unmistakable .
He began to flip through his pages until he settled on one. He titled the page "The Jacobins". He began to read through his notes which were half in French and half in English. He was used to this by now because occasionally he just switched into one or the other without realizing. European history was something he loved to just read about and study. He was sure he would go into something related to it when he grew up, but then again there was that silver tongue of his. That could come in handy in Politics. He wasn't sure yet but that was too much to think about now. At this moment all that was on his mind would have to be the French revolution. There was a test next week.
It was perfect out. He decided to wear a white sleeveless shirt and tan cargo shorts which were quite baggy on his long legs. His biceps were clearly visible with the lack of sleeves. Today his eyes were a metallic grey, which wasn't unusual for him on sunny days. His red notebook was in his hand along with his favorite black pen. The bag was strung over his shoulders. It was also very breezy out so Michael was in heaven at this point.
With every graceful step he took it seemed more and more to be the perfect day out. It wasn't to hot, not to cold, but just right. He settled on a spot and pulled his towel out over the green grass. He opened his notebook to French history and read up on the reign of terror. He was born and raised in France so this stuff really interested him. Lyon was where he called home, not New York. He missed the crowded streets and narrow roads. The businesses were all there so everything was home made. The patio restaurants were just what he wanted in a city. Most of all the air just was clean there, as opposed to New York's musk which was unmistakable .
He began to flip through his pages until he settled on one. He titled the page "The Jacobins". He began to read through his notes which were half in French and half in English. He was used to this by now because occasionally he just switched into one or the other without realizing. European history was something he loved to just read about and study. He was sure he would go into something related to it when he grew up, but then again there was that silver tongue of his. That could come in handy in Politics. He wasn't sure yet but that was too much to think about now. At this moment all that was on his mind would have to be the French revolution. There was a test next week.
