I enter the blue and white doors of 'Auditorium A' of Brony University, levitating my bags, which are stuffed full with pencils and paper, with my unicorn horn. The campus is a nice place. I've run into several other ponies so far, but haven't really gotten to know any of them yet. I suppose it's time to do that.

I spot a blue earth pony stallion with a flat black mane standing a few feet away. His cutie mark is of a smiley yellow face with a gun leveled at it. It's odd, but I'm not one to judge, given the fact that I have no cutie mark of my own yet. I cautiously approach him and give my best smile. "Hi."

"Hello." He says back, returning the grin and offering his hoof in a gesture of greeting. "They call me James. What's your name?"

I shake his hoof. "I'm Radicool223. Nice to mee–"

A buzzing noise cuts me off, and James looks to his backpack. "Hang on," he says, reaching into the bag and pulling out a copy of the Qur'an, which is glowing and buzzing. He holds it up to his ear and his eyes narrow as he apparently hears something from inside the book. "Hello? Okay, I don't speak Arabic, dude. You're gonna have to speak English." He looks back at me and rolls his eyes, mouthing the words, 'It's another idiot. Good to meet you'.

Another stallion that I don't get to see for very long trots by, saying, "Nice phone book," to James, and then he's gone.

I frown, but then shrug the whole incident off, trotting over to an empty chair next to another pony, an earth mare. She's light blue with a yellowish-blonde mane with a few brown stripes through it, with a cutie mark of what looks like three poker cards. She glances over at me. "Oh my god. Professor de Lancie is speaking for the orientation this year. I am so excited."

She sounds excited, but almost as if she's making an effort for her tone to sound like she's trying to make her sentences end with periods rather than exclamation points. I don't get the style of speaking, but smile anyway. "Cool." I say, levitating my bag to the ground. "I've heard some good things about him. Doesn't he teach one of the writing composition classes here?"

"And an acting class." The mare tacks on to the end of my sentence, while affirming what I said too. "That's where I am. My full name is IReallyLoveKimPossibleaLot," she begins, slurring some of the separate words of her name together, probably from practiced use of saying her name in introduction. "But most people just call me KP."

"Ah, nice to meet you, KP." I nod, trying to file away the rather long name for later, that is, if I ever run into her again after today. "I'm Radicool223. Do you–"

"Wait," she looks confused as she interrupts. "So your last name is 223? That's weird."

I laugh, because it's a question I get a lot. "No, my last name is my first name." I adjust my glasses, preparing to give an explanation that most ponies usually have to hear one or two times to understand. "So like, if I wanted to sign something, it would be Radicool223 Radicool223, or Mr. Radicool223, or Radicool223 R."

KP frowns for a second as the information sets in. After a moment, she takes a breath and says, "I don't get it."

I shake my head with a sigh. "Never mind. So do you take drama?"

She nods and smiles. "Yeah. I'm also doing a bit of analytics and drawing and other stuff, just to keep my options open. Professor de Lancie teaches a few of my classes this year. I haven't had him as a teacher before." She grins. "I love his work in drama."

I think to what I've seen Professor de Lancie in, and recall that he was in a sci-fi series a few years ago, and several movies since. "Yeah, I remember him from Pony Trek." I agree. "So I take it you're one of his fans?"

"Heck yeah I am!" she exclaims. "What clued you in?"

"Nothing." I laugh and she joins me. I like KP. I could see us becoming friends, if we ever see each other after today.

"So what are you doing for your classes?" KP asks.

"I'm doing fanfiction," I respond, trying to run through the classes that are on my schedule in my head. I give up after a few moments. "And other classes related to that, like grammar, I guess."

"Cool!" She smiles. "Do you have anything written out yet?"

I frown, wondering whether to tell her about the short few chapters I have of manuscript for my first fanfiction that are stored in my backpack, but then I realize that she might want to read it, and that could be pretty embarrassing, so I shake my head. "Nope, but I've got a lot of ideas."

"Sounds awesome." She responds with a grin.

The auditorium suddenly falls quiet, and a brown earth pony with a salt and pepper mane and tail and beard trots out, picking up the microphone set on center stage. He's wearing a blue and green and white suit, and has a very distinguished air about him.

Next to me, KP gasps. "That's him!"

I nod, filing the information that this is the stallion that might be teaching me my fanfiction class away for later.

Professor de Lancie clears his throat and begins to speak into the microphone. "Hello? Is this thing on?" he looks up to the sound loft up in the back of the auditorium, and apparently gets some confirmation from them, because he continues. "Yes? Good. Welcome, fillies and gentlecolts, to Brony University!" he begins to pace around the stage as he talks, walking on three legs while holding the microphone with the other. "Now, I know some of you who are new might be scared about the classes, and I am here to assure you that you needn't be. If you all just keep a good work ethic, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

He goes on with several topics of general information about lodging and rules at the university, but I zone out, seeing as I've already read this stuff in the student manuals they sent out several weeks earlier.

At the end of the talk, I rejoin reality and levitate my bag, preparing to leave for my dormitory along with the rest of the ponies. Just as I turn away, I hear KP clear her throat and say, "Hey, 223!"

I turn back around and see her holding her hoof out for a brohoof. She's got a huge smile on her face as she says, "Come on, you didn't think you could just leave without saying goodbye, did you?"

I hesitate uncertainly, but then smile back and return the brohoof. "I'll see you around, KP." I say.

She nods, as if she somehow has some knowledge that it'll happen. "Yep! See ya!" she trots off, carrying her bag in her teeth.

I turn around and exit the auditorium, levitating my backpack along after me. A smile crosses my face, and I realize that this whole going to a university without knowing anypony thing might not be that bad. I step out of the main hall of the fanfiction wing of the university campus, and head toward my dormitory.

So, that's the intro. Now, just so you know, only some of the events in here actually correspond with anything in real life, so don't go reading this like a giant metaphor or something.

Now that that's out of the way, let's talk OCs.

I will make one thing very clear in this first chapter: I am accepting OCs as characters in this story, but with very strict guidelines, which are as follows, so READ CAREFULLY if you want to be in this.

1. Only the first five reviewers who supply OC information that complies with the guidelines will be main characters along with my OC (note, all main characters (and probably all other characters) will be freshmen). All following submissions will be included in brief jokes and gags or as secondary cast depending on compliance with following guidelines.

2. Only pony OCs are allowed. No anthropomorphic Sonic the Hedgehog-like characters, no humans, and no animals besides ponies.

3. No gosh dang alicorns. All other types of pony are okay (unicorn, earth, or pegasus).

4. OC information must include: name, gender, species, fur color, mane color, cutie mark (optional), interests, likes and dislikes (keep the list short-ish), defining characteristics (keep these real, guys), skills (once more, keep these real and believable and above all, realistically limited and few), classes (six maximum), and preferred role in story (I cannot guarantee anything here, but examples are roles such as: 'antagonist', 'protagonist', or specific things such as 'gets cutie mark in one chapter' or 'has some sort of relationship with another OC' along with other examples).

5. Classes consist of the following: fanfiction, music, composition, analysis, art, pony history, music history, advanced grammar, art history, drama, music theory, art theory, literary theory, and sports (specifics of which sport to be included in OC information).

6. If your OC is given too little information or said information is hard to understand, then do not expect them to have a huge role. The same goes for too much information, because that is too restricting for literary extrapolation, and I tend to get bored with reading such things. The closer to the guidelines the OC information, the more likely it is that they will have a larger role.

And I think that concludes the list. Dang, that took me a while to think up, but I think that covers all my bases.

Anyway, I hope that you will give this story a chance, and have fun reading it.

Radicool223 out!