*blinks (what kind of noise was that, exactly?)* Receiver, huh? Yeah, I could see that. What's your vertical? Your forty? I guess you're tall enough for QB. If it doesn't drive you nuts first. *turns to lead you toward the stairwell* You're gonna get hurt if you end up at OU, though. They're all about the option.
At least you get real food for lunch and the homework probably doesn't suck as bad, right?
*mumbling under her breath* Something like that. *quickly glossing over this* You're kinda lucky to go to a real school, though. It must be easy to make friends. And you probably don't outgrow all of yours within a month.