The Horrors of College

In between classes, I would always rush to find that one quiet corner in the student center. Why the loud, obnoxious people-infested student center you may ask? Because it had the comfy couches.

With headphones in and a good book, I set my alarm to go off so I wouldn't miss the next class...again.

When suddenly

Oh God. Am I in his spot? Are there even spots? Should I leave? How did my feet get on the wall? I don't know if I can get down gracefully? Why is he still here? I should go? Come on body let's go? Introduce myself? No that's silly. Oh no his mouth is moving. Was it a question? Can't ask him to repeat it. Why is my tongue frozen? This is it. I'm going to have to drop out of school and I'll never have a family or a pony. I know I'll go with the only safe answer.

And that's why I had to move into the math building. They also had couches.