Post by Era Kastrati on Mar 27, 2015 21:58:14 GMT -8
University life had its ups and downs, and up until five minutes ago Era had been in the middle of what she would unequivocally have considered to be an up. There were all kinds of interesting things one could learn at a university, you see, and this particular class was one that Era enjoyed very much.
The class on ancient Greek literature had been deeply embroiled in a discussion about the story of Jason and the search for the Golden Fleece when someone had noticed that they had run ten minutes past the time that they were supposed to end. Since many people had somewhere to be, they had had to wrap up (reluctantly, at least on Era's part) and the class had dispersed.
On her way out of the classroom, Era was surprised to hear her name called behind her. She turned, just barely into the hallway, to see a certain classmate by the name of John running directly at her with a barely restrained, self-satisfied grin.
"What is--?" she began, only to be cut off.
"So did you like traveling around like that?" John demanded delightedly.
Era stared at him, while he passed her and leaned against the hallway's wall himself. "Like what?"
Never, in her wildest dreams, would she have expected what came next: he reached into his bookbag and produced a book on Turkish history. "You did travel with Jason, didn't you?"
Seeing no connection between his actions and his words, and even less between either and anything resembling reality, Era shook her head. "What are you talking about? That was a myth. Of course I wasn't one of the Argonauts."
"Of course you did!" her classmate insisted. "Look here." And he turned to a certain page, one he had clearly found before, and shoved it under her nose.
"The Arnauts (from the Turkish Arnavutlar), today known as Albanians..." she read aloud, before it dawned on her what he was saying. "No. You can't be serious."
"See? That proves it! You're one of those people! You must have gone sailing around with Jason!" her classmate declared. He ran off, then, leaving an utterly dumbfounded Albanian to stand dazed in the middle of the hallway.
The class on ancient Greek literature had been deeply embroiled in a discussion about the story of Jason and the search for the Golden Fleece when someone had noticed that they had run ten minutes past the time that they were supposed to end. Since many people had somewhere to be, they had had to wrap up (reluctantly, at least on Era's part) and the class had dispersed.
On her way out of the classroom, Era was surprised to hear her name called behind her. She turned, just barely into the hallway, to see a certain classmate by the name of John running directly at her with a barely restrained, self-satisfied grin.
"What is--?" she began, only to be cut off.
"So did you like traveling around like that?" John demanded delightedly.
Era stared at him, while he passed her and leaned against the hallway's wall himself. "Like what?"
Never, in her wildest dreams, would she have expected what came next: he reached into his bookbag and produced a book on Turkish history. "You did travel with Jason, didn't you?"
Seeing no connection between his actions and his words, and even less between either and anything resembling reality, Era shook her head. "What are you talking about? That was a myth. Of course I wasn't one of the Argonauts."
"Of course you did!" her classmate insisted. "Look here." And he turned to a certain page, one he had clearly found before, and shoved it under her nose.
"The Arnauts (from the Turkish Arnavutlar), today known as Albanians..." she read aloud, before it dawned on her what he was saying. "No. You can't be serious."
"See? That proves it! You're one of those people! You must have gone sailing around with Jason!" her classmate declared. He ran off, then, leaving an utterly dumbfounded Albanian to stand dazed in the middle of the hallway.
