“Well of course it isn’t easy, man! Whoever said it was going to be easy? This is college, not finger painting. Don’t forget the shower shoes.”
“Oh yeah, thanks. Damn, these things are getting nasty.”
“Welcome to the wonderful world of wearing footwear whilst you cleanse.”
“I want to go back to my own world. The one with bare-footed showers and my cat.”
“You and that cat. Look around you man! There are women for miles! Living next door to you, for God’s sake! You’re living in a Pois-on video! Let the feline dependency go for a while!”
“Whatever. I miss my cat.”
“Grab the soap, will you?”
“I’m sorry, man, it’s just hard, you know, it’s difficult. Suddenly I’m floundering in this all-new world, with all-new people, without just about anything or anybody I know.”
“You brought a picture of the damn cat, didn`t you?”
“I just feel so disoriented, that’s all; like I don’t know where I’m going and I certainly don’t know where I am. It’s terrifying.”
“Dude. It’s your second week. Chill. You’re sounding like Dawson here.”
“Hey, I like that show.”
“Yes, I know, so do I. Remember, that’s the thing we’re not telling people…”
“I don’t wana wait…for our lives to be over…I want to know right now, what will it be…”
“Oh my GOD, shut UP. These are communal showers, you know.”
“Well, people are going to know we went to Catholic school.”
“Shut up.”
“Augh! What is that on the floor?”
“It’s somebody else’s hair. That’s what happens when you share a shower with a couple dozen, you know, other people.”
“Eugh…let’s just hurry up and get out of here.”
“Fine by me. You’re the one with the cloth.”
“So, where do you want to grab dinner tonight?”
“Well, there’s that `great buffet place on top of the-‘ what was it you called it? The `Wool Center?'”
“Hey, it was good at first.”
“It sure was, wasn’t it. Delectable. Magnificent, even.”
“Achem. Whose idea was it to hit on the `no way she’s not a junior’ junior? Whose brilliant plan of action was that again?”
“Shut up.”
“You even asked her what her major was. The kiss of friggin’ death. Ouch.”
“Shut it.”
“`You’re a freshman, aren’t you?’ Ooh, what a priceless moment. Frame-worthy, really.”
“You can’t frame a moment, fool.”
“Solid comeback, sport. Pass the towel.”
“Wait, you’re giving me orders? The one who wants to spend half our time on Instant Messenger? You?”
“Hey, champ, in case you hadn’t noticed, wasting precious hours on AIM is practically a collegiate pastime. Way to be up with the times.”
“Okay, this has gone too far. This is a kid who thought it might be wise to sit in the front row of the first class, despite total and utter exhaustion.”
“Hey, you’re the one who fell asleep.”
“That was both of us.”
“Okay, fine.”
“But anyway, you should most certainly not be taking shots at me. I’m your social game, little boy! You’d be holed up in that tiny room cycling Sarah McLachlan records if it weren’t for me!”
“Only because you’d have ostracized me from everything and everyone with your bridesmaid-like beer-guzzling habits.”
“Hey, that’s a battle you’ve won. Not a drink so far.”
“I know, we should keep it that way.”
“Perhaps.”
“Crap. I dropped the towel on the floor.”
“Well done, HAL. Let’s dry ourselves off with stagnant foot water, eh?”
“Eugh. I miss my cat.”
“Yes, we know.”
“I miss my family. I miss everything. Somebody give me a phone.”
“Typically they don’t keep those in the bathroom, champ. Come on, let’s go.”
“But…but…”
“Dude. Chill. We’re going to be okay. Trust me.”