The classroom complex was a confusing maze of corridors, vestibules, and never-ending rows of identical doorways.  Of course, Justine got lost.  And it didn't help that she'd burned up hours in the bookstore, distracted from her quest for textbooks by things like cute outfits, cute boys, the latest electronics, and a whole row full of all her favorite junk foods.<br/><br/>So, despite an early start and a late class time she stumbled into class late, arms full of books, an empty book bag hooked over an elbow, and wearing a new pink sweatshirt.  She grabbed the nearest chair she could find, and collapsed into it with what could best be described as a controlled avalanche of print material and leggy cooed.<br/><br/>First day was always rather chaotic, and the professor and her fellow students mostly ignored her anti-dramatic entrance. "Has he started the lecture?"  She asked the boy sitting next to her, managing to keep her voice less intrusive than her arrival.<br/>