Long Shower...

* I had this idea while I was, duh, in the shower...

She leaned her head against the tile wall and sighed. Showers were supposed to be energizing, but one just wasn't cutting it. She felt closed in and breathless and she wondered if she had the courage to take the razor and...
"Stupid," she slapped herself and half-laughed.
Just because everything was going wrong...
It was all her fault, though. She'd long-since stopped going to her psych class, and her art history project was a goner. Not to mention, though she'd attended every class, she hadn't handed in a single English paper all semester. And 'Dead Week' was in less than two...
"You screwed up, dipshit," she muttered to herself. "Royally."
She let herself slip to the floor of the shower stall and began the arduous task of shaving her legs. Despite her earlier thoughts, she was an expert with the razor, and there wasn't even the slightest scratch as she worked. But she figured, if her brains were shot, at least beauty counted for something.
She just wished she could do it all over again. Start back at the beginning of the semester, get focused, do it right...she considered praying, but though she believed God capable, she also believed he wouldn't change the way he did things just for her. Maybe if she were a prophet...but a dumb college kid? No way...
She felt the water begin to cool and she laughed again. Clearly she'd been in too long. But strangely enough, she now felt like she could take on the world.
"Maybe showers do work," she said to herself.
She shut off the valve and grabbed the towel to dry herself off. She would let her hair drip-dry off the back of her chair as she worked today, and she'd be right as rain by lunch time, and then she could have everything finished by supper...hopefully, she winced.
She opened the bathroom door and then jumped.
"Oh, hi."
"Hi, yourself," her roommate smiled, and turned back to the mirror. "You were in there quite a while."
"Ah, just shaving my legs," she murmured, feeling awkward, but paused as her roommate laughed.
"Waste of time, girl."
"Excuse me?"
"It's snowing out."
"What?" she gaped and shook her head. "That's nuts."
"It's winter, hon. You won't need to shave until at least April."
She opened her mouth and then shut it, suddenly confused.
"April?"
"Yeah, you've got two and a half months about," she replied and smacked her lips. She grinned at the mirror and then turned back to her. "My make-up look okay to you?"
"Ah, yeah, I..." she frowned and shook her head. "What's the date?"
"The eighteenth."
"Of?"
She gave her a weird look and answered, "January? You feel alright, girl? Don't tell me school's already too much for you..."
"No," she started to smile. Go figure, she thought, and continued, "No, school's just enough...I have a feeling things are going to be just great..."