We compared schedules on the first day. "I'm majoring in computer science," I said. She lit up and said we shared a class.
I stared at the textbook until the words blurred. "I don't get this part at all," I admitted. She walked me through it step by step.
The professor wrote the date on the board in red. "The essay is due on Friday," I muttered. We agreed to start it that night.
Class ended and we both looked hungry. "Want to grab lunch after this?" I asked. She said yes if we could try the new place.
My desk was buried under sticky notes. "I'm behind on my reading this week," I sighed. She offered to share her notes.