See Jenny.

I'm beginning to regret this. Jenny's room is nothing less than a six-sided posterboard for feminism. That's right, six sides. I can't even enter the room without walking over a -Rosie the Riveter- welcome mat ("We Can Do It!").

"Come on in," calls Jenny, a sophomore with brown hair and blue eyes. She's nearly my height at 5'4", though with a bit more -figure- than me, yet still atheletic.

Again with the hugs. I've got to get used to this. "Welcome, Sister," she says following the embrace, "to the Oasis, the Bastion of Womanhood." She's like a helicoptor rotor, spinning round, holding her arms out to every corner and humming women's liberation at 500 RPM. I must sound disrespectful-- and I don't mean to be-- but Jenny seems kind of crazy.

Jenny halts the bravado when she notices my uneasy expression. "What's the matter? Not into feminism? Not Womyn and proud? A **** to the Man?"

She's firing off questions like a machine gun; I don't even know what she's saying half the time. I just nod and agree with her as much as I can while I look for an excuse to leave. Of course, I can't do that before she buries me in pamphlets and literature. Guess I can cross the Women's Resource Center off my list. Afterall, I'm in it.

"Oh, one more thing before you go, Alexis." My new "friend" pulls a CD from her desk and throws it it on top of everything else in my hands.

"What is it?"

"Interactive disc," she replies. "Very enlightening. It'll change the way you look at things."

"Oh, alright," I say, finally on my way out.

"Come back and see me anytime, Alexis!" Jenny yells from down the hall.

Later, I'm at my computer looking up more info on women's studies when Rose comes back from her dinner. "Did you talk to Jenny?"

"Um...yes..."

"She's a weird one, huh?" she laughs. "Oh, she peddled you one of these too?" she exclaims, picking up the disc that Jenny gave me.

I turn to her, surpri-- no no... actually I'm not that surprised. "Did you watch it?" I ask.

"Ha! I'm not going to watch anything -that- crazy bitch gives me!"

After we settle down, I try to get back to what I was doing. Well, Jenny might be a little ****, but at least the CD doesn't look like the girl programmed and pressed the darn thing herself. I'm sure that -anything- will be more pleasant than listening to her anyway. On the other hand, maybe I'll just talk to a counselor. Learning is better in person, I think.