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ushering me out the door.
She didn’t say anything until we were safely ensconced inside Linda’s and my room upstairs.
“Was that Dallas?”
“Yep. You should call him, Tammy, and thank him for saving your ass.”
“Maybe later.” I tried to feign casualness, but inside my heart thumped rapidly. Dallas had saved me! He was like my knight in a shining J.crew T-shirt.
I was still reeling over Dallas saving me from my first ass-kicking and forgot to put the wooden block in the roof door that night. Linda and Jane’s heads both swiveled as the heavy door banged shut. It seemed loud enough for the entire campus to hear.
Linda hung her head as Jane said, “Oh great, Tammy. How are we going to get down now?”
How indeed? I crept over to the side. “It’s a little too far to jump, but maybe if we hang down, we could land on one of the balconies.” Each room on the upper floor had a small platform coming off of it. Students were technically forbidden to go out on these ‘balconies,’ but that didn’t stop my fellow Eckhart students from setting up beach chairs and grills on them. “Then we could knock on the window and see if we can crawl through. Is your roommate home, Jane?”
Linda glanced over the edge. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to ask someone to come open it, the same way we got in? The door will still be unlocked from the other side.”
“How will they know we’re up here?” I asked.
Jane pointed. “Look. There’s someone walking through the quad.”
We began to scream and wave our arms. The person came closer to the dorm and peered up at us. Though the night was dark, the figure stepped into the light from the complex. It was the Dadian. He disappeared from our view, and a few minutes later he reappeared and held the attic door open for us. He didn’t say a word, just shook his head as the three of us traipsed by him, heads lowered.
I had a quiz in my marine invertebrate class the next morning. We were supposed to memorize the classification of mollusks, but I couldn’t remember the difference between scaphopods and gastropods. I put my pencil down as my eyes wandered around the lecture room. There were a lot more empty desks now, a fact that usually filled me with pride. So they wanted to weed out the marine bio majors who weren’t dedicated? I’d already made up my mind that I wouldn’t change my major. But now as I watched my classmates filling out their quizzes, I wasn’t so sure. Eckhart had an unusual system in that each class equaled one credit, which meant a survey class was worth the same semester weight as a lab class, even though the actual time spent in class was far more for labs. This translated into the fact that the science majors like me would spend extra hours every afternoon in lab while the business majors went to the beach in their convertibles. And they weren’t cool laboratory investigations: it’s not like we got to dissect the mussels and barnacles. We just drew them and labeled their external anatomy. For three hours every afternoon.
A pair of brown trousered legs suddenly appeared before me. With his bulging, watery eyes narrowed, my professor looked even more like a cephalopod (head-foot, like squid—at least I knew those) than ever. “Are you finished Ms. Tymes?”
I nodded as I handed him my mostly blank quiz. He glanced down at it and cleared his throat before moving on.
I was still in a funk as I walked back to my dorm. Getting good grades had always come easy to me: I finished in the top 5% of my class in high school. I could have been in the running for valedictorian, or at least salutatorian, but got a B in my driver’s education class. Driver’s Ed wasn’t weighted like most of my Honors and AP classes. Neither were electives, and I was in band all four years. While I practiced marching with my flute and eventually became Drum Major, the top two students bulked up on extra academic classes and added to their GPA. But any way
She didn’t say anything until we were safely ensconced inside Linda’s and my room upstairs.
“Was that Dallas?”
“Yep. You should call him, Tammy, and thank him for saving your ass.”
“Maybe later.” I tried to feign casualness, but inside my heart thumped rapidly. Dallas had saved me! He was like my knight in a shining J.crew T-shirt.
I was still reeling over Dallas saving me from my first ass-kicking and forgot to put the wooden block in the roof door that night. Linda and Jane’s heads both swiveled as the heavy door banged shut. It seemed loud enough for the entire campus to hear.
Linda hung her head as Jane said, “Oh great, Tammy. How are we going to get down now?”
How indeed? I crept over to the side. “It’s a little too far to jump, but maybe if we hang down, we could land on one of the balconies.” Each room on the upper floor had a small platform coming off of it. Students were technically forbidden to go out on these ‘balconies,’ but that didn’t stop my fellow Eckhart students from setting up beach chairs and grills on them. “Then we could knock on the window and see if we can crawl through. Is your roommate home, Jane?”
Linda glanced over the edge. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to ask someone to come open it, the same way we got in? The door will still be unlocked from the other side.”
“How will they know we’re up here?” I asked.
Jane pointed. “Look. There’s someone walking through the quad.”
We began to scream and wave our arms. The person came closer to the dorm and peered up at us. Though the night was dark, the figure stepped into the light from the complex. It was the Dadian. He disappeared from our view, and a few minutes later he reappeared and held the attic door open for us. He didn’t say a word, just shook his head as the three of us traipsed by him, heads lowered.
I had a quiz in my marine invertebrate class the next morning. We were supposed to memorize the classification of mollusks, but I couldn’t remember the difference between scaphopods and gastropods. I put my pencil down as my eyes wandered around the lecture room. There were a lot more empty desks now, a fact that usually filled me with pride. So they wanted to weed out the marine bio majors who weren’t dedicated? I’d already made up my mind that I wouldn’t change my major. But now as I watched my classmates filling out their quizzes, I wasn’t so sure. Eckhart had an unusual system in that each class equaled one credit, which meant a survey class was worth the same semester weight as a lab class, even though the actual time spent in class was far more for labs. This translated into the fact that the science majors like me would spend extra hours every afternoon in lab while the business majors went to the beach in their convertibles. And they weren’t cool laboratory investigations: it’s not like we got to dissect the mussels and barnacles. We just drew them and labeled their external anatomy. For three hours every afternoon.
A pair of brown trousered legs suddenly appeared before me. With his bulging, watery eyes narrowed, my professor looked even more like a cephalopod (head-foot, like squid—at least I knew those) than ever. “Are you finished Ms. Tymes?”
I nodded as I handed him my mostly blank quiz. He glanced down at it and cleared his throat before moving on.
I was still in a funk as I walked back to my dorm. Getting good grades had always come easy to me: I finished in the top 5% of my class in high school. I could have been in the running for valedictorian, or at least salutatorian, but got a B in my driver’s education class. Driver’s Ed wasn’t weighted like most of my Honors and AP classes. Neither were electives, and I was in band all four years. While I practiced marching with my flute and eventually became Drum Major, the top two students bulked up on extra academic classes and added to their GPA. But any way
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