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be living in the same building,” was what he excitedly informed me as he read through my information letter. “In fact, our rooms are just down the hall from each other.” He pointed at the room number printed on my paper, #1008.
    “That’s great, Richard!” I pretended to also be thrilled, but this was far from the truth. School hadn’t begun, and I already had a handsome male distraction. This accelerated medical program has a severe reputation for its intensity. I couldn’t allow myself to get off track before I even start. My entire future depended on how well I do here.
    Richard led the way to our dorm as I followed behind his trail of two large suitcases. Even with his hands full, Richard considerately insisted on helping me with mine. “I can get that for you. I’ll throw yours on top of mine. It won’t be a problem.”
    I teasingly told him, “This girl can handle her own shit, thank you very much!” I’ve learned to manage myself independently at a very young age because that’s what you do when you grow up poor with a single mom who struggled selflessly to get you both through life.
    “I get it, Miss Independent,” he replied with a grin. “Will you at least have dinner with me tonight?” he insisted.
    “Um …sure,” I reluctantly agreed. I couldn’t seem to discourage this persistent man who now had an invincible grin on his face.
    We push ed our luggage into the elevator and rode up to the 10 th floor. Immediately, I wondered how much weight this car could handle. My fear of heights in a tight confining place was probably the worst possible scenario for me to be in. My palms sweated right away as I prayed for the elevator not to drop us. I felt panic creeping up my throat. The doors opened just in the nick of time, before I went into full-blown panic attack mode. We hauled our suitcases out and headed down the hallway in opposite directions. I dragged mine to room #1008.
    The door to my dorm room opened before I was even able to insert my card into the key slot. I saw a pair of arms reaching out to me, offering a welcoming bear hug and then I saw the rest of her. She introduced herself energetically with a high-pitched voice. “Hello, I’m Amelia McFarland from London, England, your new roomie!”
    “Nice to meet you , I’m Lillian Ly from the U.S.,” I replied with only a quarter of her energy level.
    “ Which side of the room would you like, sweetie? She considerately offered. Amelia’s cheerful voice and easiness made her approachable. In the back of my mind, I prayed it was all sincere because I’ve had my share of psychotic roommates from undergraduate school.
    “I’m fine with either one ,” I replied. The Brit coincidences I’ve encountered within one day were uncanny. She had the most beautiful shade of scarlet red, silky straight hair that flowed freely past her shoulder blades. Amelia stood a few inches shorter than me with a bust line that both men and women could really appreciate. Her skin was fair with a light dusting of strawberry freckles on the bridge of her nose and high cheek bones. I caught myself coveting her dreamy, greenish-brown eyes.
    I roamed around my new little home. It didn’t feel as lonely as I thought it would be, now that I’d met two really nice people. My fingers glided over the loveseat in the middle of the room and stopped to squeeze the corner of one of the pillows. Wow, this cozy piece of furniture and I will be well acquainted by the end of the year. I had this awful urge to throw my body on top of the soft, red surface and feel the plushness of it, but I restrained myself. My eyes strayed over to a beautiful stained glass window and saw two antiquish dark-hardwood desks beneath it. The full size beds were equipped with vivid red and orange colored beddings. I pinched myself to make sure this wasn’t some amazing dream that would disappear the minute I opened my eyes. Everything I’ve encountered about this place has been surreal. I let