The elevator won't stop choking and spitting people out

Like a fat kid holding a tray filled with caloric treats, Rae inches around the lunch room looking for someone to sit with. Ah, middle school all over again.

I share my office with two other characters. Only a few people have stopped in to say hello. I suppose I could be more proactive in meeting people, but where would that leave the mystery? I don't like my book being that open.

I'm taking only one literature class, a one-on-one with a visiting poet, and a workshop class. That's nine credits.  I'd much rather be overwhelmed. The two basic essay writing classes I'll be teaching certainly won't be overwhelming. If anything they will be underwhelming.

Ok, I suppose I will wander around campus until I come up with something to do in between classes.

I brought this awkwardness and loneliness on myself. I decided to move here.

Boy, I hate being new.