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Chapter 1- Routine

December 12th, 2016

Karina

I don't know why but Professor Jackel had us do this autobiography activity in the middle of the year. Usually you'd see teachers doing "get to know me" activities at the beginning of the semester.

I skimmed through my autobiography: Karina Hensley. Born in North Carolina, raised in Maryland. Wants to become a journalist. Of English, Swedish, and Korean descent. Tall, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Not much detail included in this autobiography. Professor Jackel told us to do it "half-assed" and so we did.

"You're all probably thinking that I'm a nut for doing this project so late in the semester. Yes it's strange but it's to see how well you guys know each other. Now, everyone fold your autobiographies into small squares and then toss them into this basket." Professor Jackel announced.

I folded mine and then looked up to see a flurry of white folded papers soaring down into Jackel's blue laundry basket. I threw mine down too but it missed by a few inches, landing on the floor with a bunch of other missed autobiographies. Once everyone finished, Professor Jackel proceeded to pick up the rest of them and stuck them into the laundry basket.

"Now everyone come pick one. You'd be very unfortunate to pick yourself. If you do? Pick another one." He instructed.

I plucked one of the papers out of the basket and then returned to my seat.
"Read it and try to find your person. Don't be offended because this is just a guessing game." Jackel said.

Austin Dennis
6'0
Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Usually my hair is down casual.
You could probably find me wearing khakis, a short sleeve tee, and sneakers.
French, Italian, and a Michigander.
I want to become a sports info director or a sports writer.

The classroom was now busy; students were walking around and searching for their people. I looked around and saw a few guys that fit the description that was provided to me. A tall boy wore Sperry's, khakis, a short sleeve tee, and glasses. Nope. Crossed that guy off the list. I saw another tall guy with brown hair, a sports shirt, khakis, and Asics. I walked down a few rows and stopped him.

"Are you Austin?" I asked, reading the paper over again.

"Sorry, I'm not." He said.

Most people had already found their match but I was still wandering around looking for this Austin Dennis person. I started to turn around to look more before a girl tapped me on the shoulder.

"Um, are you Karina Hensley?" She asked me, offering me her paper.

She was only a few inches shorter than me. Probably a few years younger as well.

"Yeah, that's me. What's your name?" I replied, taking my autobiography.

"Cool, I'm Rayna Daley." She answered with a smile.

Third guy: blue t-shirt, khakis, sneakers, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a stubbly beard. That was him! I started walking again and looked back down at the paper to make sure I was right. I took my eyes off the paper and then slammed right into a guy's chest.

"Oh gosh I'm really sorry." He said, backing up.

Dirty blonde hair. Rowing t-shirt. Khakis. Sneakers. 

"Austin?" I said, looking up at him.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

"Austin Dennis." I repeated, showing him his autobiography.

"Oh! So you are the one who got my paper. You are..?" He exclaimed.

"Karina Hensley." I replied.