Where we left off.
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Jess wasn't much of the sociable type. Recently moving into a smaller town to start off her college "career." She often found herself pondering just how going to college would really affect her life at all. She always figured that she might as well anyway. College meant people which meant she wouldn't have to feel quite as isolated from the rest of civilization as she usually does back at home where she had nothing to do after graduation. Despite her need to be around people however, she always had a deep distaste for them. Finding most people to just be plain out stupid. That and at least it gave her a chance to observe others.
Her first professor she found to be a rather loose mouthed individual which she found amusing recalling that high school teachers seemed rather reluctant to say those "naughty little words." The professor was a rather small Asian woman, roughly around her mid to late twenties with a broken english accent that was difficult to comprehend most of the time. Jess's classmates composed mostly of what her dad would refer to as derelicts. She preferred to call them "people with questionable morals."
Jess's other classes seemed to follow a repetitive pattern of students with "questionable morals" that only fueled her idea that the majority of these students really don't have any real original value to them. In other words, copies of one another. The idea seemed to stick quite nicely so she figured she would come up with some sort of related theory as to why this is. Just not now.
Jess had better things to do.
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