A/N: Hello everyone. I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to update. I really really really hope this chapter isn't dreadful or boring. I promise I'll update more quickly this time, school's in the last 2 weeks and everything crazy, but once school's out I should have more consistent updates. Let me know what you think of the new chap!

Columbia Confusion

Chapter Three

Mrs. Dunnelly's Council

(Pogue's POV)

Climbing the tiny narrow stone steps leading to the door of the administration building, called Lutton Hall. I thought, 'Okay, room 105, Mrs. Dunnelly, here I come! Hopefully you know what classes I should take 'cause I don't have a clue.'

I found the door, a plain foe wood door with windows on the edges, and a window on the top right corner decorated with cling-ons, to her tiny office and took a seat in a barely cushioned uncomfortable wood chair typically found in waiting areas outside the office while I waited for her to finish with her current student so she could work with me.

After a few minutes a middle aged women with dark brown, graying, shortish, wavy hair, keen grey eyes, a plump body, and cordial smile opened the door for a athletically thin girl with shoulder length, straight, brown hair and soft brown eyes to leave and call for him to enter.

"Is there a Pogue Parry out here?" She questioned in nice, yet frigid tone of voice after the girl started toward the exit.

"Uh, yes, that would me," I replied almost nervously as I stood up to enter into her office.

"Follow me," she smiled.

We entered her office, that was painted a neutral peachy sort color with a lovely view of a pond out side the window, and she shut the door firmly behind her before directing me to sit in a chair identical to the ones in the hall.

Looking at my portfolio she said, "I comprehend here you want to be a doctor. What classes do you intend to take?"

"Well, I don't really know. I was hoping you could direct me."

"Of course I'll help you, but I can't force you to take any classes you don't want to take unless they are mandatory for your major.

"Now, your mandatory classes consist of Human Anatomy 101, Algebra, Intro to Psychology, and some sort of literature or English course. I also highly suggest you take an art class or P.E. course in order to relieve stress. We have a partnership with NYU where our students may take up to two classes per semester there, mainly for pre-med and nursing students who need stress reliever courses."

"For English can I take a humanities course?"

"You sure can. Do you want to take any other courses?"

"I may as well try an art class, my high school didn't really offer art as an everyday class; it was extracurricular. What classes do you offer? "

" Painting 101, Drawing 101, Ceramics 101, Jewelry 101, Art History, Intro to 2D Art, and Photography."

"What's ceramics?"

"It's the technical term for pottery."

"What the hell, I'll do that. Might as well try something new, Right?"

"Right you are! Let me print out your schedule and you'll be good to go. Classes start next week, and we'll have a Freshmen Orientation on Thursday. I suggest you socialize and make friends in your major this week."

She handed me my schedule and walked me to the door.

"Thanks, Mrs. Dunnelly."

"Your welcome, dear. If you need anything, just make an appointment with Mrs. Hurlen at the front desk."

I decided to follow Mrs. Dunnelly's advice and go to the on campus Star Bucks and meet people.

I entered the dimly lit coffee shop and became third in the line waiting to order some over priced coffee. The girl in front of me had chin length neon blue hair and wore a red bandanna, a black and red striped pleated mini skirt, studded belt, black tank top, a studded leather wrist band, and black string necklace. She turned around and began talking to me.

"Hey, my name's Lenore Hotchkins. Who're you?"

"Uh, I'm Pogue Parry. I'm a freshman you?"

"Same here! I'm from South Carolina. You?"

"Massachusetts, I'm majoring in Pre-Med you?"

"Pre-law, hold on. I'd like the green tea frappacino grande," Lenore paused to get out the cash for her drink.

The employee then asked me what I wanted.

"I'll have a caramel frappacino tall."

"That will be $3.47."

I pulled black leather wallet out of my back pocket and paid for my drink, then walked over to the stand where they served the drinks.

"So, as I was saying, I'm a pre-law major, but not by choice. My parents said it was pre-law or they wouldn't pay. What's your story?"

"What do you mean?"

"No offence, but you really don't look like the doctor type."

"No offence taken," I laughed, "There's no story though. My dad was a writer until he died, and my mom a high school history teacher. I wanted a good paying job, and this seemed like the best option since I'm good at science. What is it you really want to do?"

"Ah, I see. I would really much rather be an English teacher or a writer."

"Yeah, where your parents lawyers or something?"

"Yep"

"Are you a big Star Bucks fan?" I asked wanting to continue our conversation.

"No, it's over priced, but I haven't found any locally owned cafés yet, so this will have to do for my caffeine fix until I can get out. You?"

"Not really. I'm generally good with making my own coffee, but I don't have a coffee maker in my dorm."

"Ah, that sucks a little."

"Just a little, yeah."

"So, far the only similarity we have is that we both like coffee."

"Yeah," I chuckled in response.

"My roommate is this crazy chick who's majoring in chemical biology, and does nothing but study. What about your roommate?"

"He's a chemistry major and has no social life at all, plus that I think he might be afraid of me since he apologized to me for using the bathroom making me wait to take a shower."

"Oh my god! That's so funny."

"Isn't it though?"

"Very," Lenore paused to look at her watch, and then continued, "It was really nice meeting you, but I have to go meet up with my brother, he's a junior so he's having me help him move in today."

"It was nice to meet you too. See you around?"

"Definitely! Let me see your hand."

I gave her my hand and she got a pen out and wrote a phone number there.

"Call me sometime and we'll hang out."

With that she waved good-bye and started off to go meet her brother.