The Nerves And Designer Plane
You can’t sleep. You decide to pull out your sticker covered laptop and research the school more. You stumbled upon some articles that seemed interesting...But terrifying. ‘I Got Kicked Out Of Hetalia University For What?’ You clicked and began reading:
September 18 2016 By Amber Wellington: I was a high performing student in Oakland High School in the state of Washington. I was recently accepted into Hetalia University and could not have been more excited however, I was kicked out in a matter of days. Why? Because my teachers “Do not enjoy having a student who shows no skill nor interest in what they teach” (Headmaster Foundland). I was suffering from the time difference on the island from back home in Washington, and the staff did not seem to understand. I took a pre-exam to test what I knew about random historical, artistic and scientific events and failed. I got a 20% out of the possible 100%. I wanted to retake the exam but I, along with ten others, were sent home due to our lack of knowledge. DO NOT GO TO THIS SCHOOL. They do not care about teaching you anything, they only want to take your money and waste your time. Update: October 1 2016 By Amber Wellington: I was recently contacted and my money was returned. Take that Hetalia U.
You can't even comprehend what you just read. People get kicked out in a matter of days? There’s a pre-exam? You scroll through the web page and read up on as much as you can.
Pre-exam FAIL? By William Jakobsen: At Hetalia U there are a series of tests one must take during their second week of school. Being a heavily tested student from Denmark, I thought I would do fine. I got a 40% and failed the exam. I was sent home four days later and refunded within the month. I am currently looking for a new collage to go to and I think I’m going to go to one I found in Sweden. I would offer advice, but the exam is re-written every year. Good luck to whoever goes there now.
You slam your laptop closed. You are not going to worry, all this is doing is freaking you out and not helping how you feel about going to school abroad. The last thing you want is to leave and get kicked off the island the same month in which you arrive! You roll over and try to sleep again. It’s hard, but eventually you do. Your dreams are full of exams, Danish boys and crying, American girls.
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This is it. You stand at the gate, alone. Your family left an hour ago, tears staining their faces and words of encouragement flowing from their lips. Your carryon bag began to feel like a bag of rocks on your shoulder. All this sudden, you wish you were not going. You were being put on special plane with about thirty others who were all heading to the same school. The school apparently has an airport...Sounds expensive. You begin to get on the plane to see classy flight attendants and leather seats. There are not many seats at all, but they perfectly fit the other people. You’re stuck next to a girl with bright red hair and circle rimmed glasses, leaning over a thick book. You stare out the window, knowing better than to talk to someone who is trying to read. You know personally how annoying that is.
“Why hello everyone! Welcome aboard the Hetalia Airlines!” One of the flight attendants says in a heavily accented voice, Russian maybe? “How many of you here speak English?” Everyone raises their hands “Well that's great! We’re going to go over the safety procedure and then tell you about this plane! Every plane we own at Hetalia Airlines was designed by a teacher of ours!” You decide to tune out until the interesting stuff happens. You nod occasionally so you don't look rude, but you only listen to the keywords like ‘seatbelt’ ‘oxygen mask’ and finally:
“This plane was designed by our Polish teacher, Mr. Łukasiewicz. His favorite color is pink, if you could not tell by the ceiling” Of course you look up to see pink LED lights covering the ceiling like stars in a galaxy. It looks very nice for an airplane. But of course you were not expecting a designer plane. “Another thing he personally asked for was for the Polish flag to be painted onto our glasses, which it is” The woman picked a glass up off her cart and held it up for all to see “We had the glasses especially made to fit his request, and he even pitched in a bit too” ~How rich are these people!?~ “-And we’re about to take off! Please put on your seatbelts on and enjoy the flight! We will let you know when it is okay to get up if you have to use the restroom!” With that, the woman and her rolling cart went to the front of the plane and the seat belt button flashed. You spotted a brochure in a plastic pouch in front of you and of course you picked it up...You have long flight ahead so you might as well spend the time reading something. As you look closer, you realize the brochure isn't big, it just had every language printed onto it. You flip to the English section and read the small lettering on the page. Sure enough, it’s from that Polish teacher.
Why hello students! I could not be more happy that you are riding my fabulous plane. Of course it is not technically mine, but I designed it to my liking. I personally think it is better than the French one, despite what everyone else says since they’re, like, totally unable to notice when something is this amazing. I am the Polish teacher here at Hetalia University and hopefully I’ll be seeing you in my class ‘Fashion Design For Minors’. I think it has a good ring to it. Everyone will be assigned to a Staff Mentor based on the plane they ride so congratulations! I will be seeing you! Na razie! -Feliks Łukasiewicz
You chuckle at the small note. ~He seems like a good guy...Maybe I’ll try fashion design? What do I want to be?~ you think. You continue through the brochure until you see a picture of the man with the Polish flag in front of the school. He has chin length blond hair and does not seem tall. The flag is bigger than him. He’s wearing a pink button up shirt, light washed jeans and white Converse in the picture. He also has a pink flower tucked behind his ear and he seems to be laughing while wrapping the large flag around his shoulders. You smile at the picture and see his information below...It’s a bit odd but you look anyway.
First Name: Feliks Last Name: Łukasiewicz Country Born: Poland City Born: Lublin Age: 23 Birthdate: July/22/1993 Profession: Fashion design, teaching, counseling
~Wow~ you think as you fold the booklet back up ~He seems pretty cool...And pretty young...What's up with that?~ The plane is high up by now, the seat belts are now allowed to come off if they need to be and the flight attendant from earlier is walking through the isles. You pretend to be asleep to avoid confrontation, talking isn't something you want to be doing right now…Plus you're running off of six hours of sleep which is not healthy. You open your carry on, ditching the act momentarily, and pull out your soft, f/c pillow. This pillow has been everywhere from Disney World to the beautiful beaches of the Gulf Of Mexico. You rest your face in the vanilla scented pillow, your mom must have sprayed it with something before you left but whatever it was, it was very nice. You close your eyes and go to sleep while people chat, quiet music plays and food is being munched on.