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// January 2 [My Dorm Room] 
// Story: Silver Glow's Journal 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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January 2

I woke up earlier than I thought I would, 'cause I was so excited to meet my human roommate. It was still dark outside, even though the clock in the room said it was seven-ten.

I turned on the lights in the room—there's a switch on the wall about muzzle-high—and read her letter again. I know I can't get the perfect first impression of her from a letter, but I can't help but picture her from her tone of pen.

I have to remind myself to keep an open mind. Like, I saw Iron Hock wrestle a bunch of times, and when I actually met her, she was totally different than I'd imagined she'd be.

I decided I'd take a shower first. I normally don't like taking showers first thing in the morning, but I feel grubby from all the traveling I did yesterday. The seats in the van made me sweat where I was touching them. I don't understand how humans can put up with wearing clothes all the time. Maybe they don't sweat.

We were warned that showers were really slippery, especially with shoes. We got a pamphlet about what kinds of shoe were appropriate, but I don't have to worry about that: I've never worn shoes.

It didn't take me too long to figure out which knob did what. The showerhead was too high, so I had to fly up and adjust it. I feel bad for the Earth Ponies; hopefully their roommates will help them.

We had to bring extra brushes and stuff 'cause we have to bathe alone here. That's going to be weird, but I can get used to it. Sometimes it's nice to be alone in a shower with just your own thoughts in your head.

I've got my own desk. The chair isn't all that comfortable, and it's got an angled base so it tips back if I lean too far back. There's a funny little lamp with a bendy neck which I can use, maybe if I want to write at the desk when my roommate is sleeping and wants the lights in the room out.

The Earth-paper is very nice. There is a glossy black machine on my roommate's desk that makes it, I think. It has an opening on the top with a little roller, and then there is a little box on the bottom that has fresh sheets of paper.

Outside, it's beginning to be a beautiful day. There aren't any clouds in the sky at all, and I'd like to go flying, but I've got lots of stuff to unpack and put away, and I don't want to be gone when my roommate comes. She's probably as eager to meet me as I am to meet her.