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| The First Day. You wake up early to be sure you're on time. Finding the right room is the hardest part. Isn't it? You walk into the class and see an empty room. As everyone begins to come in, the silence is deafening. It seems you aren't the only nervous one today. The professor rushes in not a minute too late. As he begins the lecture, you begin to feel confused. Just what is he talking about anyway. This isn't Theology, is it? Oops, wrong room! You sit listening to the most boring lecture of your life. You want to get up and leave, But that would be too embarrassing. That would let everyone know that you got lost. So you just sit silently and wait for the torture to end. Wait a minute! Who is that? You become distracted, then entranced By the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Maybe this isn't the wrong room after all. Time to change your schedule? Of course there is. After all, It is the first day. |
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