Mad Science/Alyssa
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| - | You give yourself the once-over. | + | You give yourself the once-over. Amber tee-shirt: check. Chestnut brown cargo pants: check. White lab coat: check. Big round glasses: check (you're pretty-much blind without them). Mousy brown hair that hangs down to just above your nipples: check. Breasts: still a work in progress. Sigh. |
| - | Everything seems to be there and in the right place, though not as much of it as you'd like in once case. You | + | Everything seems to be there and in the right place, though not as much of it as you'd like in once case. You take your rolling suitcase in tow and head out. |
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| + | It's a 20-minute walk to the campus. You set out while the other kids are preening; company is not your thing. A couple of cars pass you along the way, but the only indication anyone even saw you is the finger waved in your general direction from an old pickup. | ||
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| + | The college grounds are surrounded by a four-foot cinderblock wall capped with black field stone. A few trees grace its well-manicured lawn, but the place is dominated by a huge neoclassical pile. It has an imposing three-storey front with domes on the right and left wings. Rising behind it is the 15-storey round dorm tower. The overall effect makes the schoolgirl in you snicker, especially when you see the granite sign on the lawn: | ||
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| + | &emspace; F U C C | ||
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| + | Looking back at you is: | ||
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| + | *[[Mad Science/Pete|Pete Williams]], nerd. | ||
| + | *[[Mad Science/Alyssa|Alyssa Williams]], nerdette. | ||
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| + | [[Category: Mad Science Club|Alyssa]] | ||
Revision as of 06:37, 22 August 2013
You give yourself the once-over. Amber tee-shirt: check. Chestnut brown cargo pants: check. White lab coat: check. Big round glasses: check (you're pretty-much blind without them). Mousy brown hair that hangs down to just above your nipples: check. Breasts: still a work in progress. Sigh.
Everything seems to be there and in the right place, though not as much of it as you'd like in once case. You take your rolling suitcase in tow and head out.
It's a 20-minute walk to the campus. You set out while the other kids are preening; company is not your thing. A couple of cars pass you along the way, but the only indication anyone even saw you is the finger waved in your general direction from an old pickup.
The college grounds are surrounded by a four-foot cinderblock wall capped with black field stone. A few trees grace its well-manicured lawn, but the place is dominated by a huge neoclassical pile. It has an imposing three-storey front with domes on the right and left wings. Rising behind it is the 15-storey round dorm tower. The overall effect makes the schoolgirl in you snicker, especially when you see the granite sign on the lawn:
&emspace; F U C C
Looking back at you is:
- Pete Williams, nerd.
- Alyssa Williams, nerdette.
