Gail knew that she was in over her head before she started this semester. She allowed her mother to take over her class schedule and now she was at the mercy of what Superintendent Peck thought was an "appropriate" class schedule for someone with the Peck name.

"Gail, you need to take a more active role in your education." Is what Gail has been hearing all summer break along with "how do you expect your future captain to take you seriously with such a light class schedule your senior year of college?"

Over the years Gail has became numb to her mothers constant critique. She has learned that she will never be the child that pleases the superintendent; she has Steve to do that. Gail will forever be the child that constantly disappoints the family's and tarnishes it impectable name.

She now realized how stupid it was of her to allow her mom to take such freedoms with her scheduling only after she finds herself completely lost in her campus's science complex.

"How do I always get lost? This is really getting old I've been going to this damn school for 3 years now and I still manage to get lost like a freshman every year." She thinks to herself as she passes the astronomy dome for the third time this morning.

Gail then decides to take one more lap around the complex before she gives up on getting to Forensics Psychology and Criminology on time or at all to be truthful.

As she starts for the stairs she realized that this complex is attached to an older building just by a small narrow hallway to her left, she begins to walk down this hallway until the class room numbers she is seeing starts to make sense to the ones she's looking at on her class schedule that she had written on her hand earler this morning.

She opened the door listed as 206 and walks in. within less than a second her jaw drops. "What the hell is this bullshit? Did I misread the class name? Because I'm pretty sure I didn't sign up for Intro to Mad Scientist 101." Every single person in this class looked as if they never seen sunlight. Gail knew she was not one to talk about being pale, but there was a difference between her and her fellow classmates.

She slowly walked in and scanned the room briefly in order for her to gage the best seat she could pick. She was deciding between sitting next to a man who was wearing one of the ridiculous "Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle" snow hats in the middle of August or a man who was so frail and skinny that she honestly thought she could snap him like a twig; if he got so brave as to speak to her. She decided on the twig.

After plopping down and settling into her seat she began to unpack her notebook and pen and decided to spend her next free minutes before class started listening to music loudly and texting Dov one of her friends that she had meet freshman year of college.

G: why me?!

D: what could possibly be wrong it's the first day of the semester? Hell its syllabus week, your favorite week!

G: I'm stuck in nerd central.

D: its one class get over it you'll be done in 75 minutes

G: 75 minutes of nothing but mouth breathers and dungeons and dragons playing nerds. Twice a week..

D: if it would make you feel any better I'll buy the first round tonight?

Even the mention of free alcohol made Gail feel slightly better about the next 75 minutes, but she would never let on to any of her friends especially Dov that that's all it took to put this slightly brash sharp tonged woman in a better mood.

G: no, but you'll do it anyways.

Gail couldn't help but feel proud that she was still able to convey snarkiness over a text.

D: fine. Meet us at the bar around 7:00 tonight?

Gail didn't reply back she knew that Dov would know that she would show up. No sense in wasting her precious time and effort on texting him backs.

So instead she lowered her head to her desk waiting for her professor to show up. Gail must have fallen asleep because the twig felt it necessary of him to tap her on the shoulder telling her that the professor was indeed here, and by doing that he got himself a look that could scare a grizzly bear away.

After turning off her music and tucking her phone back into her pocket, she decided that she was going have to pay attention if she was going to pass this class

Gail then spent the class jotting down bits and pieces of what the professor was telling that class because he was one of those professors that still find it necessary to teach on the first day of classes.

After about 60 minutes of lecture the professor stopped himself in order to briefly go over the "important "parts of his 26 page long syllabus. He began with office hours and class times then went through the university's honor code before he settled into what his class actually pertained to work wise.

"You'll be expected to work independently and in groups during this semester, and as you all know there is a trip involved in this class you'll be spending 6 days and 5 nights on a field experiment" said the professor. And all Gail could do was grown softly to herself. She knew she had a real reason to hate this class already and with group work and a 6-day trip was the icing on the cake.

As the 75 minutes drew to a close and while everyone was getting up to leave Gail noticed someone who don't belong in this group of nerds. She was tall athletic build long brown hair that had been washed in the past week unlike some of her fellow classmates and she had this subtly confidence about her. She had olive skin and wore glasses but that's the only thing that would remotely hint to nerd about this woman.

Just then the professor stopped the class from leaving and said " Class I so rudely forgot to introduce you all to Ms. Holly Stewart she will be helping me and the class as a whole this semester as our graduate assistant. Ms. Stewart is currently a resident at Toronto's mortuary as a forensic pathologist; she will be available to assist with homework problems along with attending our trip later on in the semester. I'm now going to allow her to hand out her information to the class regarding study sessions and contact information"

Holly now nodded and smiled to the professor as she laid out a small half sheet of blue paper on one of the desks as you exit the classroom.

I got up to move towards the door to leave and when I went to grab the blue information sheet she looked at me with a goofy half smile and said, "See you next class" in a happy voice. Now normally I would think that someone like her was being completely un-genuine but the way she said, "See you next class" and the gentle smile tugging at her lips made me feel like she really meant it.

All I could do was let out some air from my mouth with a huff and say with a scowl on my face and sarcasm in my voice "Ill be counting down the minutes."