The Dorm Room

The brochure for Technical Tech says “Ultra modern building with all the newest amenities” but the room you see in front of you looks like something out of the 1950’s. Plus, there’s a huge Billy bass singing fish on one side of the room. You start unpacking but there’s not much to do since you only brought what could fit with you on the Vespa–the rest is being mailed out later. This makes you feel a little small, but you’ll get over it. The room’s not bad. You feel like you’ll have to get used to your bed being in the laundry room, but that can’t be too hard.

Your Roommate

As you’re unpacking, your roommate walks in. She looks pretty normal and gives you a smile, so you’re thinking that this could possibly work. “Hi, I’m |V2|,” she says, but everyone calls me “Fat Arm.” Fat Arm is noisy and sort of smells like teen spirit, but you won’t hold it against her. “Don’t you love how ‘ultra modern’ this room is?” Fat Arm says. Ha, sarcasm. You love it. You exchange some more commentary about the campus and the dorm room, and then move on to talking about each other. Fat Arm is from Canada and has a long term love she left behind. The Billy bass singing fish was a gift from her sweetie.    

 Your First Class

The Secret Technology of Sound seemed interesting when you registered for it, but now you’re wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into. When you walk into the classroom, the first thing your teacher does is start Hiccups. You look around at the rest of the class and no one says a word. Are they all robots, you think? A few hours later, you’re munching on a piece of watermelon because you forgot to eat lunch and you didn’t expect your first class to last so long. Others around you have started to fall asleep, but Ms. Rebelle, “The Rebel” doesn’t seem to notice or to care. You’re wondering if it’ll be okay to catch a couple winks… You’re jolted awake by the professor saying, “That’s all folks. Make sure you get that book before next week.” You walk out groggily and make your way back to the dorm.

How did your day End?

Fat Arm isn’t home and you’re so exhausted that you think you might pass out. You look for deodorant, realize you forgot to pack it and then get frustrated about the prospect of sleeping without it on. You flop onto your bed and stare out the window at the mess of trees and buildings. There must be some sort of party going on in the building next door because you hear a loud thumping bass and people learning. You fall asleep in the empty room with all the lights on…