You had just arrived back from your summer, and you are now back for another year of college. Great.

Old teachers who smell funny and strict prudes who are stuck up with their high-pitched whines, their nasaly voices.

You walk into your Romanian literature classroom, expecting to see Miss Smyth, but instead, you meet a new face.

As you walk in, she turns the corner swiftly and bumps into you. You fall backwards, causing her to drop all the textbooks she was carrying..