A Quick Delivery - Reading B y David Kleinschuster Q NEWS The early, blaze-orange sun splits between the towering buildings of High Point University on a cold, January morning. Choosing the quick way to class in hopes to make it on time results in you drenching your toes through your shoes and socks in the frosty dew covering the grass. It becomes easy to want to tuck your red capped ears down into the fur lining of your winter coat reminiscing over the warm sheets of the bed you left this morning. Every frosty draft of wind causes your arm hairs to stand on end and chills send down your spine. The irritable thoughts of why you ever signed up for a 7:50 a.m. class pounds against the walls of your skull. Weights of misery strain your legs making each step a drag as if you were plowing through snow. The bounding footsteps behind you sound muffled through the thick layer of jacket wrapped around your ears. A soothing voice reaches ou...