It was another normal day, and I was walking to my first class. I had just left the library (my morning sanctuary) and was now on my way to gym, thinking, whatever idiot decided to force people to run two miles at 7:30 in the morning needs to die slowly. I know, a brutally vicious thought, but it made me about 3% happier. I walked into the locker room, and changed and walked back out (no details here). I walked to the upstairs gym and felt as if I was being followed. I'm usually the last person, so this freaked me out quite a bit. "I don't talk a lot." "Well," she replied thoughtfully.