Switch it

Okay, so it's always a good idea to change the viewpoint, whether it be an omniscient narrator to first person, or one character to another and vice versa. So I thought today I'd write the same scene from Aunt Beth's point of view. So here goes...

Looking around me at the students walking into the lecture, I could see I was over dressed. I knew I should've worn trousers instead of a skirt and all this jewellery... well it'll not be hard to spot the mature student. I stand out like a sore thumb against the denim and black clad teenagers. I breathed in and walked towards the doors. A surly looking girl held the door for me. I thanked her but she ignored me and followed her friends to some seats.
I looked up and around, trying to find somewhere to sit that had someone else my age, or on their own when I saw Lizzy. I think I shouted out of pure relief as I heard myself yell her name. A boy next to me jumped in fright. Something in me made me laugh at that and I rushed up to sit next to Lizzy. Maybe I wouldn't be alone after all.
I shuffled past the massive line of people who were already seated and slid into the seat next to Lizzy.
"First day here, can you believe we're in the same lecture?" I searched in my bag for that blasted pen I put in.
"No," she replied. "But you have taken the same class as me."
Found the pen! Thank goodness for that, I was worried I'd have to borrow one and from the look on Lizzy's face, it would be a black mark on my 'cool aunt' status. Mind you, I doubt she's thought of me as a cool aunt for a while now. She used to tell me things about boyfriends and friends. Now she will do anything to avoid being seen in public with me. Maybe it's the way I dress, or my age, but it's like she's grown away from me as all children do. I was going to say all this to her, but I chickened out and instead said "Are you okay, Lizzy? You look a bit upset."
Weak, I know, but I'm not going to have a heart to heart with her first thing on a Monday morning in a lecture hall.
"I'm fine." she said, but I knew she wasn't.
I didn't see him enter, but I heard the giggles then. For some reason the dull hum of conversation had turned to giggles and whispers. I turned to face the stage at the front of the hall and there he was. Michael. Oh dear. This was not good at all. Lizzy prodded my arm with her pen and I turned to face her.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Fine!" I had to say that. I couldn't tell her I was having an affair with him. He was 15 years younger than me, not that much older than Lizzy. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
I turned back as he clapped his hands and introduced himself. I heard Lizzy giggle next to me. I couldn't stop myself telling her off. He was mine and I didn't want her eyeing him up.

This is pretty lame but buggerit! I've done some writing today and some is always better than none. I'm now starving, so am going to grab some lunch.