"Donna, it is time to get up! We have class in 30 minutes!"

As the ringing stops in her ears from her roommate yelling at her, Donna quickly realizes that her alarm never went off. Shit, her eyes sticky and body sweaty from the lack of air conditioning in her dorm room. One of the many "luxuries" that students at Northeastern experience during their time on campus. Donna gets up, takes a quick shower- making sure that she doesn't get her hair wet- and then throws on the outfit that she wore yesterday. "It's not like anyone saw me in this," she laughs off as her roommate, Rachel, looks at her concerningly.

"I can't believe you slept in, you never do that!"

Rachel was starting to get concerned for Donna. She hardly ever went to the bars, and when she did, she always had this look on her face- like she'd rather be studying than being surrounded by college frat boys. Rachel admitted to herself that she would also rather not be surrounded by college frat boys, but that wasn't the point. Donna has started to put school ahead of her social life, and while that isn't always a bad thing, it has started to wear on Donna. Her lack of sleep is starting to show and Rachel really wanted to make sure her roommate didn't stretch herself too thin.

If Donna could skip a step like picking out an outfit or staying in, she would. Donna spent most of her time studying, whether that be lines for her theater classes or legal briefs for her political science classes. While her dream life would be to act and be on Broadway, her parents begged her to at least minor in something that would give her some stability, which led to Donna signing a political science minor.

"I didn't mean to. I must have forgotten to set my alarm on my phone. Or, more likely, my phone decided not to go off this morning." Donna has started to notice that, more often than not, her phone thinks she needs sleep. It only took her about 10 minutes, but Donna was ready to head out the door to go to her poli sci class that she shares with Rachel. While Donna was wearing a sweat suit that she wore the day prior, she still looked like she spent hours on her appearance. Her red hair in a messy but almost perfect-messy bun, enough makeup to cover the dark circles to make her look alive, and the emerald green that always compliments her every inch. At this point, Rachel is used to how good her roommate always looks and has decided to give up trying.

Donna turns to Rachel while putting on her shoes, "okay, I am ready! Let's go to class!"