Creciente Tension  It was my freshman year of college and I was
in a lower level Spanish class than I was supposed to be in.
Little did I know how much I actually needed to be there. I
walked into the building nearly shaking from the nerves. Would I
be able to find the room? How hard will the class be? Will I
have any friends in that class? To my surprise, I walked in and
the room was directly across from the entrance. â€œOkay, that
was easy,â€ I thought. I checked the time on my phone as I
entered the room then slipped it back into my jean pocket. I
looked up and immediately locked eyes with a blonde haired guy
with sleek silver glasses. His eyes didnâ€™t say much, which
struck me as odd that because I was always very good at reading
people; I just figured that he was trying to determine if he had
seen me in here before. My stomach turned inside out as soon as
we locked eyes. I could feel it twisting inside my body, curling
itself up into a demented knot that felt as if it could burst at
any moment. It was