| This will be interesting. I am not a writer by trade - I'm an engineer actually - so if it seems rather disjointed you'll have to fill in the blanks yourselves or just ask me to clarify any points. So here it goes...gulp The Beginning I'll be up front and say this may seem like an odd way to start, but I think it will ultimately be worth it. Since I knew that I would be going to college for at least 4 years, I elected to join the National Guard. I don't know if this option exists anymore, but I was allowed to split my basic training and AIT (training for your military job) over two summers. One week after my HS graduation, I went to basic training for 9 weeks. Trying my best not to sound like a cliche, It really changed me as a person. I was pretty shy in HS, and for some reason basic training made me into a more extroverted person. Brimming with confidence, I went off to a prominent (but not ivy) university that was located on an urban campus. I felt...reborn for lack of better terms. I closed a chapter on my life and was eagerly anticipating the start of the next part of my life. I went off to school expecting to enjoy the best 4 years of my life. What I didn't know at the time, was that the day I left home to go to basic training was the day I would never spend anymore than 2 weeks at my family home e ver again. I lived on campus in one of the coed freshman dorms. As an added bonus, I was living on one of the floors that was dedicated to the male students attending the school of engineering. There as also a floor dedicated to the female engineering students higher up. My dorm was basically a highrise with about 17 - 20 floors. I forget how many tbh but around that many floors. The RA of my floor and the RA of the woman's engineering floor decided to have a social where us guys went to visit the girls floor. It was hokey, but it was rather fateful. So at 8 pm on a Friday night, those of us who participated went up the stairs to visit. I went to the same room number I had on my floor for a visit, but no one was home. So I casually stroll the hall. I peer into a room, and the first thing I see is an Excalibur letter opener. I walk right in and make a bee-line for it. I pull it out of the crystal block to look at it, and no - no cheesy line about pulling the sword out of the stone... I look over and then I see her smiling at me as I have her letter opener in my hand. I ask her if it was hers or her room mates. She says it's hers. She's looking at me and smiling with this shy smile that's hard to explain. I tell her I really liked it and I introduced myself to her and she did the same to me. Her room mate is also there and she's smiling and introduces herself to me as as well - but tbh I'm not really paying attention to the room mate. I'll have to cut this short. My wife just gave me the "high sign" to wrap this up so that we can take the kids to open swim tonight. Be back in a little while. | |||
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