After finding her room in the dormatories Willow arranged the few belongings that had come
with her on the plane throughout the room. She waited anxiously, glancing at the empty bed on the
other side of the room. She hoped that her room mate was relatively nice, not like the horror stories she
had heard otherpeople say about their college experience.
Suddenly, someone burst through the door, making Willow jump.
"Hey," said the thin girl in a rain jacket gesturing to her pile of bags in the hall."Would you
mind giving me a hand with these?"
"Sure." Said Willow moving into the hall and grabbing two large suitcases. Seeing them made
her wish even more that hers had made the trip with her. She had emailed the airline letting them know
where she was so they could foreward her things here, but who knew how long that would take. "i'm Willow
by the way.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Rosaline." Replied the girl in an Irish accent.
When they had finished moving all the suitcases in they both sat down on their beds studying
eachother.
"So where is all of your stuff?" questioned Rosaline as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"It was lost on my flight here, but it should be coming soon enough." Replied Willow as she
gazed intensely at Rosaline. She had dull brown hair and eyes, but her clothes were bright and full of
color. With her red capris and black tank top with a big sunflower on the front she looked as though she
was a very friendly person, and judging by the small amount of conversation that had gone on during the
luggage movement Willow thought she really seemed as though she were. This won't be half as bad as
it's supposed to be, thought Willow.
" I would be pretty damn mad if that was me." Replied Rosaline, making Willow smile.
"Well I am pretty damn mad" Laughed Willow.
No, thought Willow, this isn't going to be hard at all
**********
"Please take your seats class" Cried Professor McRitchen, as Willow's first class began. She
quivered with excitement as she opened her brand new Macintosh laptop and opened here pre-made file
labeled Psychology.
"Class, This year i plan to introduce you to many concepts, of which, few are provable. Now
this class requires an open mind, but also a sharp one. It isn't for everybody and anyone who fails the first
semester will be asked to switch to another, perhaps easier, science course. Perhaps geology will be more
up your alley. But unil then I am Professor McRitchen. You shall refer to me as Mr. McRitchen, or simply
Professor. Now in the beginning of my classes i like to warm my students up with a little verbal quiz on
the required reading of the day before. Since this is the first class I shall just use a few of the simpler
theories I believe some of you may know."
Willow once again quivered in excitement, ready to bring her mind up to speed after a long summer
of misuse.
"To begin I'd like you to tell me the names of the founders of the following psychological theories.
Lets start with the Adult Learning Theory. Anyone"
Willows eyes went wide as she realized she knew the anwer. Just as she was about to say it a
dark haired boy in the front row yelled out "P. Cross"
"Good" said the teacher, obviously impressed by the speed at which the answer had been given.
" How about the Elaboration Theory?"
"C. Reigeluth" Cried the dark haired boy quickly. Willow could see that he was obviously very
smart, but then she was no witless idiot. She licked her lips in anticipation for the next question.
" Anchored Instruction?" Cried the professor looking at the blank faces of many of the students.
" The CTGV" Cried the brown haired boy, once again victorious.
" And J. Bransford" Said Willow calmly. Both the teacher and the dark haired boy looked back
astoundedly.
"Excellent!" Cried the teacher,"I was hoping someone would catch that. But lets not stop while
we are on a role!! The Mathematical Learning Theory"
"R.C. Atkinson" Cried Willow.
"Social Learning Theory" Shouted the teacher.
"A. Bandura!" said the dark haired boy quickly.
"Structure of Intellect" Wailed the teacher.
"J. Guilford" cried Willow slamming her laptop closed and wincing as she did, hoping it hadn't
been broken.
"The Gestalt Theory" Cried the professor as his ears turned beat red in delight.
"M. Wertheimer!!" Screamed both Willow and the dark hairded boy as the bell rang ending
the hour and telling the students it was time to leave.
Willow stayed seated as the rows filtered out packing her things in her bag she had bought at
a small store on campus. She glanced around for the dark haired boy as she stood up but he appearently
had left with the crowd. As she exited the large classroom she saw the dark haired boy standing right
outside the room.
"Hey," he said," my name is Darren"
"Willow." she replied. "It was nice to see that someone else had done a little preperation for the
class"
"Yeah no kidding." He said with a sweet British accent,"I come from this little hick town so I am
not really used to having much competition."
"Really? Me too. So what class do you have next? I have math."
"Me too, I guess we can walk together." Said Darren sweetly.
"Sure." Said Willow as she smiled to herself. Math is my best subject, thought Willow, He had
better be ready to be put in his place. They walked together to the Math Lab both looking forward to
testing their newfound competition.
with her on the plane throughout the room. She waited anxiously, glancing at the empty bed on the
other side of the room. She hoped that her room mate was relatively nice, not like the horror stories she
had heard otherpeople say about their college experience.
Suddenly, someone burst through the door, making Willow jump.
"Hey," said the thin girl in a rain jacket gesturing to her pile of bags in the hall."Would you
mind giving me a hand with these?"
"Sure." Said Willow moving into the hall and grabbing two large suitcases. Seeing them made
her wish even more that hers had made the trip with her. She had emailed the airline letting them know
where she was so they could foreward her things here, but who knew how long that would take. "i'm Willow
by the way.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Rosaline." Replied the girl in an Irish accent.
When they had finished moving all the suitcases in they both sat down on their beds studying
eachother.
"So where is all of your stuff?" questioned Rosaline as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"It was lost on my flight here, but it should be coming soon enough." Replied Willow as she
gazed intensely at Rosaline. She had dull brown hair and eyes, but her clothes were bright and full of
color. With her red capris and black tank top with a big sunflower on the front she looked as though she
was a very friendly person, and judging by the small amount of conversation that had gone on during the
luggage movement Willow thought she really seemed as though she were. This won't be half as bad as
it's supposed to be, thought Willow.
" I would be pretty damn mad if that was me." Replied Rosaline, making Willow smile.
"Well I am pretty damn mad" Laughed Willow.
No, thought Willow, this isn't going to be hard at all
**********
"Please take your seats class" Cried Professor McRitchen, as Willow's first class began. She
quivered with excitement as she opened her brand new Macintosh laptop and opened here pre-made file
labeled Psychology.
"Class, This year i plan to introduce you to many concepts, of which, few are provable. Now
this class requires an open mind, but also a sharp one. It isn't for everybody and anyone who fails the first
semester will be asked to switch to another, perhaps easier, science course. Perhaps geology will be more
up your alley. But unil then I am Professor McRitchen. You shall refer to me as Mr. McRitchen, or simply
Professor. Now in the beginning of my classes i like to warm my students up with a little verbal quiz on
the required reading of the day before. Since this is the first class I shall just use a few of the simpler
theories I believe some of you may know."
Willow once again quivered in excitement, ready to bring her mind up to speed after a long summer
of misuse.
"To begin I'd like you to tell me the names of the founders of the following psychological theories.
Lets start with the Adult Learning Theory. Anyone"
Willows eyes went wide as she realized she knew the anwer. Just as she was about to say it a
dark haired boy in the front row yelled out "P. Cross"
"Good" said the teacher, obviously impressed by the speed at which the answer had been given.
" How about the Elaboration Theory?"
"C. Reigeluth" Cried the dark haired boy quickly. Willow could see that he was obviously very
smart, but then she was no witless idiot. She licked her lips in anticipation for the next question.
" Anchored Instruction?" Cried the professor looking at the blank faces of many of the students.
" The CTGV" Cried the brown haired boy, once again victorious.
" And J. Bransford" Said Willow calmly. Both the teacher and the dark haired boy looked back
astoundedly.
"Excellent!" Cried the teacher,"I was hoping someone would catch that. But lets not stop while
we are on a role!! The Mathematical Learning Theory"
"R.C. Atkinson" Cried Willow.
"Social Learning Theory" Shouted the teacher.
"A. Bandura!" said the dark haired boy quickly.
"Structure of Intellect" Wailed the teacher.
"J. Guilford" cried Willow slamming her laptop closed and wincing as she did, hoping it hadn't
been broken.
"The Gestalt Theory" Cried the professor as his ears turned beat red in delight.
"M. Wertheimer!!" Screamed both Willow and the dark hairded boy as the bell rang ending
the hour and telling the students it was time to leave.
Willow stayed seated as the rows filtered out packing her things in her bag she had bought at
a small store on campus. She glanced around for the dark haired boy as she stood up but he appearently
had left with the crowd. As she exited the large classroom she saw the dark haired boy standing right
outside the room.
"Hey," he said," my name is Darren"
"Willow." she replied. "It was nice to see that someone else had done a little preperation for the
class"
"Yeah no kidding." He said with a sweet British accent,"I come from this little hick town so I am
not really used to having much competition."
"Really? Me too. So what class do you have next? I have math."
"Me too, I guess we can walk together." Said Darren sweetly.
"Sure." Said Willow as she smiled to herself. Math is my best subject, thought Willow, He had
better be ready to be put in his place. They walked together to the Math Lab both looking forward to
testing their newfound competition.