Beggin' (whoof) (May 2012)

I haven't told very many stories in my life.  Overstatement.  This is, perhaps, the only story I have ever told.  It might be because it is the only story about this guy behind the computer that he ever thought was worth telling.

I was a college student once, but we're going to go back way before that.  DAYS before that.  I was at New Student Orientation with my mother.  We arrived late.  I met my Y-Group, those kids that enrolled in my section of Writing 150/H, on Helaman Fields and the heat was deadly.  I was fascinated, because it seemed that everyone that I met I liked.  Not to say that I've ever even met anyone I haven't liked, but these kids I really wanted to be friends with.  Good friends.  (I had no idea.)  I can hardly think of a better situation to distract me from the fact that my skin seemed to be boiling.

Being who I am (who's that, anyway?) I mostly associated with the women-folk from the start.  I guess they're just easier to talk to.  There were three in particular I remember.  As I remember meeting them: Alexa, Venice, and Brynne.  There was a boy named Matt, too.  Sure, we talked, but I remember really wanting to be friends with those three girls.