charloft: Google me this, Batman

[likely_evil]

Wow... that's my picture on my Stanford student ID card. How the hell did THAT get online?

I also really needed a haircut that day apparently. Then again, I had been living on the streets for about two weeks before that because I had been kicked out when I was prepping to go off to Stanford. Dad wasn't really thrilled with the whole idea of me going to college, so yeah...

... it feels like that was taken a lifetime ago.



"Am I late? Did I miss my appointment time?" Sam Winchester was out of breath. Every freshman was given a time to get their ID photo taken, and Sam was hitting the tail end of the time for the people with last names beginning with W.

"You're fine." The girl sitting at the table smiled as she took Sam's card. "You look like you just ran across the entire campus."

"Something like that," Sam smiled, taking the clipboard she then held out and started to write down the information.

"It gets easier once you know your way around. Next semester you'll find yourself planning classes so that you aren't running all over the place." She took the clipboard back and smiled. "Alright, Sam. Remember, don't smile when they take your picture."

"Don't smile?" Sam looked at her in confusion.

"Yeah." She leaned closer. "If you don't smile, they take a second picture, and then you get the choose the better of the two."

Sam gave her a small grin. "Thanks for the input."

He got up to stand behind the screen to get the photo taken, and he tried not to smile, but the thought of the girl's grin made his lip start to turn up at the very last second. "Alright, you're done."

"But I didn't smile," Sam said, coming around to look at the picture on the screen.

"With a look like that, young man, you don't need to retake it." A moment later the ID printed and she handed it to him.

The girl was waiting at the door, and held her hand out. "Let's see." He handed her the ID, and she examined it closely, then looked at him. "Looks good. Welcome to Stanford, Sam."

"Thanks... uh..."

"Carrie." She held the card out to him as she helped usher him out the door. "See you around campus."

He took the ID back, and realized that there was now a post-it attached to the back of it. The door was locked behind him before he was able to flip it around and read it.

As he read the dorm name and room number, he couldn't help but grin to himself. His first day, and he couldn't have been happier in making this choice.