Dear Nicole,
Oh, of course! College turned out to be every last bit of a challenge as one would expect. The core courses my first two years were the biggest problem of all. History and science were my weaknesses and wading through the required classes was very difficult. Even worse, the dorm rooms at Western were small; with two of us in the one room it was really cramped. Studying in there was a trial; I almost always went out to the library or the cafeteria between meals where I could spread my books out on a table.
I decided to take an anatomy class, and this one in particular was so frustrating. It was all about memorizing the names of bones, and muscles, and nerves and Oh, my God, it was unnerving me! I had no idea there were that many parts in a human body! (I just wanted to play with them, not call them by name!) It was especially hard because the teacher was an older man and boring as hell in the classroom! His class was on Wednesdays and Fridays which was a good thing; having it on a Friday was easier because looking forward to the weekend helped me endure it! I'll tell you more about this professor later; you won't believe what happened with him.
But first, you asked me about college parties; Mmm...What do you think I was looking forward to on a Friday or Saturday night? Some of them were pretty tame, but at least I could unwind there. There were others though, especially the frat parties; Wow, many of these were off-the-chart wild! Like I could tell you about a couple that Felecia and I attended when she didn't go home for the weekend, but let me simply say that they were just older versions of what happened the previous year with a lot more alcohol thrown in! There was lots of drinking and dancing, making out and oral sex, and even a lot of public fucking and girl/girl sex. Yes, it was pretty wild alright; very fun to watch! I got into some of it at times; you know me! It didn't bother me to be nude in front of others, and oral sex, well...that was a given, LOL! After all the stress of studying the whole week, a girl's got to have some form of release, right? But for some reason I could not bring myself to let a strange guy fuck me during those parties; it just didn't seem right to me; I don't know.
I did have one experience that I would really enjoy relating to you, Nicole. It was amazing, strange, perverted, exciting, and arousing; completely out of character for me, but so sexually exciting, my pussy is getting wet just thinking about it now, twenty-three years later! In my anatomy class there was a guy who sat next to me named Franklin. God, was he ever smart! To give you an idea of how smart he was, we took four major tests that semester and he got 99's or 100's on all four! On top of that, he had each test finished in about half the time allotted. During the class itself, he would sit there with his legs crossed like a woman, listening intently (but not even taking notes) and the whole time he would absent-mindedly tap the eraser of his pencil on the desk very softly.
I really don't know how to describe him physically except to say he was a nerd. Under most circumstances I never would have taken much notice of him. His glasses were always halfway down his nose; his jet black hair was longish and combed straight; his shirts were always tucked in tight, and he was about as skinny as you could get without being anorexic-looking! But remember Robbie, the graphic arts guy on my high school newspaper? That experience taught me never to count anyone or anything out; Franklin might look like I should ignore him, but when he got his third straight "A" quiz back, we struck up a conversation after class. I just had to find out how he did it. When the old professor dismissed us, Franklin leaned over toward me to pick up his backpack.
I reached to get the things under my seat and "accidentally" bumped him, "Oh, I'm sorry; excuse me!"
"No problem," he replied in a slightly high-pitched voice, only half-glancing at me.
"Wow," I said, looking at his quiz still lying on the desk. "Didn't you get an 'A' on the last one too?" I showed him my paper, "I worked so hard for this stupid 'B'!"
Franklin looked at me and smiled, "A 'B' isn't so bad; it's good...these quizzes can be hard."
I tried to be flirty without being obvious, "'B's suck and you know it!" We both laughed. "I'm Nancy, what's your name?"
"Franklin."
"Okay, Mr. Franklin, I've been watching you lately; you never take any notes."
He studied my face for a few seconds before answering, "Uhh, no...I don't feel the need; this stuff is all just memorization."
"You're memorizing it all without notes?" I can't say I was shocked, maybe a little intrigued.
"Yes," Franklin replied and he dropped his eyes, swinging his legs out from under the desk preparing to leave.
I touched his hand and he looked at me again, "How do you do that; is it magic?"
He grinned at me, "It's not that hard, just some memorization techniques that anyone can find on-line. It basically requires complete concentration; that's all."
Now I was supremely intrigued! "You're kidding right? Are you saying anyone can do it?"
"Of course! If you can concentrate for ninety minutes, it can be done by most anyone." And then he added, "IF you can concentrate! I guess that part is the hard part; lots of people can't focus for that long, so they're better off taking notes."
"I've watched you, Franklin. You seem to be a very good concentrator!" I giggled.
"Yeah, well...it took a little while to learn how to focus properly, but I've been doing this since the 10th grade; I'm pretty good at it now," he said. Franklin picked up his paper with a flourish.
"Yes, I'd say you're fuckin' good at it!" he looked at me a bit surprised at my choice of adjectives; he was so wide-eyed, I giggled again! "Hey, Franklin?"
"Yeah?"
I stepped into his space without touching him. "Do you have a little time to show me some of it?" Clearly he was not used to this kind of interaction with women. He looked at me so funny I can't really describe it; and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other...twice! I thought he might have been tongue-tied. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Mr. Franklin guy?"
I tried not to giggle again as he stumbled over the word "No." He was uncomfortable for sure! "Wh..a..t d..did you have in mind?"
I made him look me right in the eyes before I said, "What say we get some lunch and you can explain how it works? I'm kinda hungry, how 'bout you?"
Franklin visibly relaxed then and grinned broadly, "Sure, Nancy, let's grab some food."
We headed out the door and caught the elevator to the ground floor. The cafeteria was two buildings over and on the way we exchanged those pleasantries about who we were, where we lived, and how we ended up at WKU.
Franklin had been admitted to Brown University out east, but had decided on Western just because it was closer to home. I was thinking he might be a mama's boy when he added, "My dad had a heart by-pass a couple months ago; I don't want to be too far away this year. Maybe I'll go there next year."
By the time we got through the lunch line, there weren't very many seats left; the only place to sit was in the far corner of the room by some windows. As I was setting my tray down, I happened to notice our reflections in the glass. Franklin was clearly checking out my ass! It was a not so warm first week in October and I was wearing some fairly tight jeans with a light jacket, so he got a very good look at my tush.
When I turned around, he looked up quickly and straightened his glasses. "Did you forget something, Franklin?"
He looked down at his tray before replying, "Nope, think I got everything," and with that he slid behind the table and pulled his chair up close to it. Men... they're so much fun and yet so predictable, right, Nicole?
We dug into the whatever-it-was and ate about half of it before I broke the ice again; "Okay, Franklin, what is this memory stuff all about?"
He looked up at me, swallowed, took a drink of his water, and said, "It's a system I found on-line from something called The Memory Book. It uses a visualization process to enhance your mind's ability to remember or memorize things."
"Cool, how does it work?"
"You create a series of pictures for your brain to look at and then link them together like a chain. Your mind doesn't see words; it sees pictures, and when you think about pictures in a sequence, it becomes very easy to remember them."
"Okay, can you give me an example?"
Franklin was enjoying this; his eyes were shining with excitement as he talked. "Sure, take the skeletal structure of a human and the bones in the leg. The four major bones are the tibia, fibula, patella, and femur. Don't try to memorize the words themselves; put the word into picture form and link it to proper bone in the leg. When I think about the leg, I see Shakespeare as the shinbone, the tibia, and he's doing the soliloquy from Hamlet, 'To be, or not to be..." That phrase reminds me of the word tibia."
I laughed at that, "How? It doesn't make sense to me at all."
"Well, it does to me; and that's the only way it will work. After all, it's my brain I'm training; not yours. You have to come up with your own pictures for your personal brain, Nancy."
"Okay, then what?"
"Right, Shakespeare is the shinbone, Ron Frazer is the fibula, the bone behind the shin."
"Who the hell is that?"
Franklin chuckled, "A guy I knew from high school. He was and is the biggest asshole and liar I've ever known! Which reminds me of the word fibber which I link to the word 'fibula'."
"Ohhh, I get it...I think. Those two guys are the lower leg bones."
