A small trickle of bright red blood formed into a pool on her finger. She washed the blood under the cold water faucet. At least it's still red, she t...ought, trying to laugh at her grim humor. As she opened a drawer near the sink looking for a Band-Aid, tears began to swell in her eyes."But what about my mind," she said aloud to herself. "What about my miserable mind!"She could hardly see the small cut through the cloud of tears. Oh, what have I done? How am I going to tell Greg? Her mind raced. " Please it is just Wendy." She replied, "I have known your whole family, so no need for formalities."I explained to her that I was ensuring that I had plenty of room for dessert and after dinner snacks. She smiled and nodded her approval. Then things began to pick up. Wendy calling for the end of dinner, and we moved from the table to the living area. In this room were 3 large couches each surrounding a very large plush ottoman. The opposite side had a Christmas tree standing in front of a. The teacher entered the room and dropped his stuff off at the desk. He was an older gentleman, with short white hair and a red polka dot bow tie. Very cool. He wrote his name on the chalk board. Dr. White. He seemed nice enough, I prayed he would have pity on me. I could not afford to screw up my scholarship because of a lack of understanding of the scientific method. As the class started, I feverishly took notes. He was a very detailed instructor, and to his credit, spent a lot of time on. Only then did I realize that I had actually said what I had thought, and I froze for a moment, uncertain what to do. Yet with perfect fluidity, Rose pressed herself against me, hugging me, and only by instinct did my arms wrap around her, a deep, quiet area of my mind protesting the situation. It had been several years since I had last held someone. She was also about the same height as my previous girlfriend. Perhaps it was those two facts combined which caused me to do something which I had.