My feet are steady on the ground. I am not nervous, not today. Today I am feeling confident and ready for the world, however, the world seems to disagree with me. I look up, the dark clouds give me energy, the sizzling ions create an atmosphere filled with excitement, but I dread the drips that are falling down. I dread how cold I am going to be in a minute. Every fiber in my body wants to conquer the world today. I look around me and see that the spot where my bike is supposed to be is empty. Somebody stole it, of course somebody did. I jog to the tram station, only to discover that it just left. I will be a little bit late, but I am still ready, I am okay with waiting fifteen minutes. The sky screams and a lightning flash follows quickly. It feels as if there is going to be apocalypse, it feels as if something is going to happen soon. A few thunders later I see the tram arriving and I get in. It is full and the wetness of all the coats create a smell of wet dogs. I am pressed in between a thirteen year old with very loud music and a very fat man that seems to be sweating on me. How is he sweating in this weather? I close my eyes and try to ignore the boisterous world for a minute, I am ready for today, nothing will change my mind-set. In the twenty minute tram ride it seems to get only fuller, which is why I cannot get out when I have to and thus miss my stop. It does not matter, I can walk five minutes back to my original stop. The dark blue of the sky is starting to get more and more black. Another lighting flash almost blinds me, when I finally enter the building. I am half an hour late, but that is okay. I quickly walk to the room and sit in the back, while I listen to a very slow professor. He is talking about a book I have not read and it takes me a while to understand that I read the book we are supposed to read next week. Every time it thunders the whole room is silent and the professor completely loses his train of thought, which is why we had to start over about ten times. I am ready for today, my hands are steady, my hands are dry. The lecture ends after what felt like ten hours and I walk to the café. The guy comes in, it thunders. Rain is pouring down and he is soaked, as am I, by the way. He smiles and I do the same. He sits down, I move my feet, and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Hi”, I say. “Hey”, he says. It thunders again, lightening flashes again, the sky is screaming at me, the sky is crying, but I am here and am I ready.