Miss Emma Rose
Miss Emma Rose I scrunched my nose at the heavy textbook I pulled from the cheap plastic bag. “Jesus Emma,” My roommate Katie snorted as she caught a glimpse of the thickly bound book. “I told you that you should have just taken a history course instead.” We both had the same Arts major, but instead of having the same elective as her, I chose to go with something a little more challenging, German. After flipping through the textbook I was starting to think I might have taken on a bit more than I could handle. Katie’s annoying little jab was rattling the last of my nerves. We both had our electives in an hour and I was still panicking about the content. It seemed the professor was trying to cover a huge amount for …