Rhyssa cleared her tray, rinsed it and put it on the rack before leaving.  Stepping outside, she dropped her skateboard and started to weave around the campus, familiarizing herself with it better to ascertain the shortest possible paths between her classes and her dorm room.  She found little opportunity for more than the basic manuals, ollies and kickflips.  Finally, she came around the campus again.  The stairs...the rail.  "Frontside 50-50."  She gained speed, popped the board up, and executed the trick perfectly, "Just like sixth grade." she muttered.<br/><br/>Still, if she was going to ever be a competitive snowboarder, she had to keep in practice, soup to nuts.  And year-round practice meant skateboarding when the snow melted.