The year is 1989. I just got out of Psychology class and I’m sitting on the grass in the quad surrounded by brick, school buildings. The bright blue sky is in deep contrast with the white clouds that the sun is currently hiding behind. This is my sophomore year at Muskingum University. I begin to think about my boyfriend, Kyle. I’m 5’1, my head comes to his chest. He has unruly, brown hair that reminds me of a chocolate bar when the sunlight hits it.
I stand up, wipe my jeans off, then walk on the cement path leading to my dorm. There aren’t too many people outside right now. I open the tall, metal door and walk up the stairs to the floor I live on. It’s almost eerily quiet in the hall. I can hear my footsteps clunk on the tiles. I reach my dorm room. The door is decorated in pictures of my roommate, other students, and I. I grab the doorknob, allowing myself in, and walk to my bed. When I first arrived the size of the room surprised me. Now that all our furniture is in here, it’s become even more of a snug fit in here. I put my bag down and take a short nap on my bed. I wake up to my roommate, Emily walking through the door. I glance at the clock on the wall, it’s 4:30 in the afternoon now. …show more content…
“I’m having dinner with Kyle. What about you?” I reply. “Going out with a few girls in one of my classes to a movie and possibly dinner afterwards.” “That sounds fun. When are you leaving?” I’m trying to make conversation. She looks over at the clock then answers, “Right now actually. Have a good time at dinner. See you later!” she calls out the
I stand up, wipe my jeans off, then walk on the cement path leading to my dorm. There aren’t too many people outside right now. I open the tall, metal door and walk up the stairs to the floor I live on. It’s almost eerily quiet in the hall. I can hear my footsteps clunk on the tiles. I reach my dorm room. The door is decorated in pictures of my roommate, other students, and I. I grab the doorknob, allowing myself in, and walk to my bed. When I first arrived the size of the room surprised me. Now that all our furniture is in here, it’s become even more of a snug fit in here. I put my bag down and take a short nap on my bed. I wake up to my roommate, Emily walking through the door. I glance at the clock on the wall, it’s 4:30 in the afternoon now. …show more content…
“I’m having dinner with Kyle. What about you?” I reply. “Going out with a few girls in one of my classes to a movie and possibly dinner afterwards.” “That sounds fun. When are you leaving?” I’m trying to make conversation. She looks over at the clock then answers, “Right now actually. Have a good time at dinner. See you later!” she calls out the