I have a new classmate. Her name is Jessica. (To be honest, I have 18 new classmates, but for this particular story Jessica is the only one who matters.) She’s loud and intense. And when I come to a lecture feeling grumpy and not in the mood to joke, she draws small sketches of me in her notebook.
And to practice her Swedish (she’s from Belgium), she composes small poems about me on post-its that end up on chairs in the SRC lobby.
Maybe not a masterpiece, but doesn’t it just make your heart melt? I think I’ll make it through the coming long winter too, having to spend almost every day with Jessica and the others.
Katja Malmborg 