I was walking through a garden when a group of acquaintances had spotted me. I told them that I went to school nearby when they revealed they were going to the same college and now was their orientation. I followed them for they wanted to see what the ceramics workshop was like. On the way someone commented that I looked like I was looking for love. I joked that I would only do it this year for I would be too busy my junior year. I had entered the room for only a moment before I backed out, realizing that I’ve been here before. There were people playing soccer in what seemed to be a warehouse for storing tanks. There were two rows of them stuck to the ceiling as well as many more scattered about.