You've been enjoying your break from school after a hard semester of college. You spent your break relaxing and catching up with friends, celebrating the Christmas season, when suddenly you remember...school is just around the corner.
Your parents start to talk about your flight back to campus. As your mom is moving her sewing machine back into your bedroom (which has become her "craft room" while you're gone), she suggests that maybe you should start packing again.
The day has finally arrived for you to make your journey back to the frozen tundra that is Rexburg. Your dad calls for you to get in the car and you start crying.
Reluctantly you pile into the backseat and try not to be crushed by all your luggage. Your parents spend the entire drive to the airport talking about how they hope you'll have a boy/girl to bring home for the holidays next year. After all, you're almost done with college; you should be dating someone seriously by now.
Things don't get any better once you're at the airport. After passing through security and getting yourself something to eat, you head for your gate and see that a huge group of red-headed children has taken all of the phone charging ports in your area.
You finally get a seat on your plane and discover that everyone seated around you is EXTREMELY LOUD and has no sense of personal space. You feel like you're on the edge of a mental breakdown.
You put your headphones in and try to tune out the chaos around you, praying that the flight will be a quick one. On the outside, you look calm and composed. But inside...
You survive the flight and make it back to your room, drop all your luggage on the floor and faceplant into your bed. After a long day of travel, you're ready to sleep for a million years.
Your alarm goes off at 6:00 the next morning: it's the first day of a new semester. You drag yourself out of bed, grab your backpack and open the front door. Only...you'd forgotten how blinding the snow mixed with bright morning sunlight was.
Tears streaming down your face, you toddle blindly towards your car. Your freshly-applied mascara is streaming down your face and you probably look hungover.
You force yourself to drive to campus and find a pretty decent parking spot. But you're not quite ready to head into class yet...you need to hype yourself up for the semester ahead, so you put on your favorite song and make sure to blast it as loud as possible.
Finally, you feel ready to face the day. In a fit of misplaced enthusiasm, you leap from your car and into the parking lot...straight onto a patch of black ice. Down you tumble, your astonishingly loud "oof!" echoing across campus. Giggles from passersby are hidden behind mittened hands, but not before you have a chance to notice them.
As luck would have it, an attractive guy walking by offers to help you up. You do your best to look like a damsel in distress, in the hopes that he'll take pity on you and sweep you into his strong arms.
Everything is going perfectly. The attractive guy introduces himself as Josh, and asks if you want to catch a movie on Saturday. With a scoff of disgust, you respond:
Josh blinks, startled by your rude response, and walks away quickly. It's then that you realize...maybe this is why you're single.