When I went to college, I was surpr

When I went to college, I was surprised at what a lovey-dovey place it was. In the dorms, couples cuddled in the lobby until curfew came, after which they moved to the concourse of the Marriott Center. The best was when couples would walk through the library, determined to keep their hands clasped at all costs as a sign of their undying love. This meant contorting themselves into awkward positions to go up-and-down stairs with hands locked together. My personal favorite, however, was when one couple simply raised their hands up-and-over the magnetometer as they walked through the security gates, without breaking stride one bit. One winter morning as an eighteen-year-old freshman, I sat in the bottom floor of the library on a hard cherry-wood chair, thoroughly minding my own business with my statistics homework spread out on the table in front of me. Immersed in t-scores and standard deviation, my concentration was interrupted when suddenly
—
and without warning
—
a



young damsel came and approached me from behind. She wrapped her hands around my waist, perched her chin on my shoulder, and then slithered her cheek right next to mind. At the point which her lips were about one-half inch from my cheek, she had a sudden realization
—
that me, the person who she had surprised with this sudden expression of delightful affection
—
was not her boyfriend. Our conversation lasted about two seconds long. She exclaimed,
“Ohhh…oh my gosh! I am soooo sorry!”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

Her: “Ohhh…you’re so nice.”
And with that, she ran away into the bookstacks. The peace and tranquility of the library remained intact; no one around us has been privy to the incident. In retrospect, I guess I
was
nice, at least when approached from behind.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

When I went to college, I was surprised at what a lovey-dovey place it was. In the dorms, couples cuddled in the lobby until curfew came, after which they moved to the concourse of the Marriott Center. The best was when couples would walk through the library, determined to keep their hands clasped at all costs as a sign of their undying love. This meant contorting themselves into awkward positions to go up-and-down stairs with hands locked together. My personal favorite, however, was when one couple simply raised their hands up-and-over the magnetometer as they walked through the security gates, without breaking stride one bit. One winter morning as an eighteen-year-old freshman, I sat in the bottom floor of the library on a hard cherry-wood chair, thoroughly minding my own business with my statistics homework spread out on the table in front of me. Immersed in the t-scores and standard deviation, my concentration hand was interrupted when suddenly— and without warning— a young damsel came and approached me from behind. She wrapped her hands around my waist, her chin perched on my shoulder, and then slithered her cheek right next to mind. At the point which her lips were about one-half inch from my cheek, she had a sudden realization— that me, the person who she had surprised with this sudden expression of delightful affection— was not her boyfriend. Our conversation lasted about two seconds long. She exclaimed,"Ohhh ... oh my gosh! I am soooo sorry! " Me: "Don't worry about it. It's okay. " Her: "Ohhh ... you're so nice." And with that, she ran away into the bookstacks. The peace and tranquility of the library remained intact; No one around us has been privy to the incident. In retrospect, I guess Iwas Nice, at least when approached from behind.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

When I Went to college, I was surprised at what a lovey-dovey place it was. In the dorms, couples cuddled in the lobby Curfew Came off until, after moved to the concourse mà chúng of the Marriott Center. The best was couples would walk through the khi library, hands clasped chúng định to keep at all costs as a sign of undying love chúng. This muốn contorting Themselves Into awkward positions to go up-and-down stairs with hands locked together. My personal favorite, Tuy nhiên, one couple was khi có simply raised hands up-and-over the magnetometer As They walked through the security gates, without breaking stride one bit. One winter morning as an eighteen-year-old freshman, I sat in the bottom floor of the library on a hard cherry-wood chair, minding my own business thoroughly with my homework spread out statistics on the table printed front of me. Immersed in t-scores and standard deviations, my concentration was Interrupted khi suddenly
-
and without warning
-
a young damsel and approached me from behind Came. She wrapped the her hands around my waist, the her chin perched on my shoulder, and then slithered the her cheek right next to mind. At the point mà the her lips about one-half inch là from my cheek, She had a sudden realization - mà me, the person who surprised with this sudden SHE hda delightful expression of affection - was not the her boyfriend. Our conversation lasted about two seconds dragon. She exclaimed, "Ohhh ... oh my gosh! I am soooo sorry! " Me: "Do not worry about it. It's okay. " Her: "Ohhh ... you're so nice." And with that, SHE ran away Into the bookstacks. The peace and tranquility of the library remained Intact; no one around us privy to the incident Đã. In Retrospect, I guess I was nice, approached from behind at nhất khi.