Scene I

"Good morning, WSU! Good luck on your first day, freshmen, and have make the most of your last year, seniors!" I rolled over with a groan, and silenced my blaring alarm clock. It was too early, but then again, I had stayed up too late rearranging my new dorm. I tossed and turned, and finally talked my self into getting out of bed and 'seizing the day,' as the philosophy majors had so unnecessarily questioned yesterday during orientation. I felt the wisps of a far away dream float from the recesses of my mind, and I wondered, not for the first time, what the dream was about. I knew that I had always had the same dream, I just wasn't completely sure of the subject matter.

Still wondering about my dream, I slipped on my robe, slid into my slippers, grabbed my little goody bag of bathroom supplies, and scurried on to the bathroom that I had been somewhat dubious of last night. It had looked threatening, with its dark, dangerous doorways, and strange people in various states of prideful undress. It seemed as though all of the guys within a three mile radius loved to come to this particular dorm. I didn't know why, I just knew that I was glad that my room mate wasn't coming until next week.

I stepped into the humid space, feeling all of the germy, over breathed air wash over me, and I made a quick decision. Today I was going to shower, but within the next week, I was going to get a job, and some sort of of campus living arrangement. With that thought in mind, I gingerly tiptoed into, and very soon out of,the shower, slicked back my hair, tossed some cosmetics around on my face, and got out of the bathroom in under 20 minutes. It might sound ridiculous to spend twenty minutes getting ready, but for me that was record breaking. I know what you're thinking, and trust me when I say that my hair hates mornings almost as much as I do, and it lets me know it. Every. Single. Day.

My morning rituals complete, I ran to class, hoping to only be fashionably late on my first day. While in my vain pursuit of punctuality, I felt my self run into something hot and hard. I hit the ground, and I think what I ran into tried to catch me, but it was all for naught. Books, pens, bobby pins, pony tail holders, and well...... feminine products *ahem* were splayed all over the sidewalk as they tumble from my weathered messenger bag. I heard a very deep, very male voice from above me say, "You should really watch where you're going. You never know when someone could be doing something crazy, like walking in the opposite direction. Are you okay?" With this last remark, he bent down and tried to help me gather what appeared to be all of my worldly possessions.

I scrambled around, grabbing all I could find without seeing it, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't sound really crazy, and then I made a huge mistake. I looked up into his face.

Now, let me just say that if you ever find yourself in this situation, Don't. Look. Up. Just don't do it. Because when you do make the worst mistake possible. When I looked up, squinting in the early morning light, I saw the most beautiful face. It had the clearest blue eyes, the tannest summer skin, and a shock of dark hair that tumbled across his forehead. In my state of awe, I just mumbled, "I'm, uh, fine. Sorry for running into you."