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you looked at it, I never had to study in high school and was struggling to figure out how to do it now.
It started to rain. One of Eckhart’s selling points was it was located near the beach, on the Gulf side of Florida. The brochures, besides proclaiming its top-notch marine biology program, also advertised E-C was “the right climate for learning.” But it seemed to rain a lot in Florida. And not the kind of spotty rain to cool off a warm afternoon. Sometimes it would rain all day. A year or so later, in my continuing studies of Oceanography, I would learn my freshman year of college coincided with one of the worst El Niño’s in half a century. But that would have not been much of a consolation, with the downpour soaking through my tank-top and undershirt as I walked home from flunking a quiz.
One of my dormmates, Andrea, known mostly for being a die-hard fan of the band No Doubt , came running out of Gandhi. “Dance party in the rain!” she shouted.
Sue Li, known not-so-politically-correctly as Sushi, appeared beside her. I’d only ever seen Sushi on her skateboard, clad in elbow pads taking up more than half of her arms. Without her board beneath her, Sushi was barely 5-foot. The clanging songs of Gwen Stefani singing about spiderwebs filled the complex as Andrea cleared the steps to Gandhi with a running start and landed in the puddle below, soaking me even more in the process.
“You game, Tammy? You’re already wet,” Andrea asked as Sushi began to vogue.
Andrea grabbed my arms and twirled me, swing dance style. I let go and kept spinning. As I looked up, I caught sight of Linda in our dorm window. I gestured for her to join us, and a few seconds later, she appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a rain hat and boots. She left her umbrella by the door as she came down the steps. Andrea was now doing the robot, and Linda joined in the revelry. I stomped my feet and started doing the Running Man in Andrea’s giant puddle. It felt good to let loose after the day—make that the month—I’d had at Eckhart. I was ruining my sandals, and probably the rest of my clothes as well, but I didn’t care. Suddenly I realized my companions had stopped their leaping and shimmying. I spun around to see LaVerne and one of her new roommates walking up the path behind me.
“Look at this, Brooke,” LaVerne said, her voice carrying even more than usual in the space between No Doubt songs. “Virgins dancing in the rain.”
“And they’re sober ,” Brooke added. They giggled together as they walked up the steps to the dorm swiftly while avoiding the puddles. Gwen began a new song and my dormmates began spinning again. Without a word, Linda and I headed back inside.
Chapter 6: Sroot the Free
“D id you play any sports, Jane?” Dallas asked at dinner that night. It was one of the few nights we caught him in the cafeteria, despite taking an extra-long time and switching up what times we went in order to run into him. As bad as I’d been feeling about my classroom performance, it cheered me up immensely to see Dallas.
Jane’s infamous grin appeared. “If you call getting high or drunk a sport, then yeah, I did a lot of sports… what about you, Tammy?”
“Well, I almost tried out for softball my freshman year, but I had to stop because my academic team made sectionals and I was Captain,” I said. “Oh, and I swam for two years but I quit because I became, um, drum major.”
Dallas looked surprised. “Really? Like with batons and stuff? Did you have a salute?”
“Yeah.”
“Show it to me.”
“Not right now, maybe when we go back to the dorm.” My subtle ploy was to get him back to my room. So far our friendship had been limited to the occasional shared meal and making prank phone calls. With Linda and Jane attending both.
“What sports did you play?” Jane asked, eyeing Dallas up and down.
“Well, I did play basketball for one year. But mostly I spent high school unscrewing light bulbs and
It started to rain. One of Eckhart’s selling points was it was located near the beach, on the Gulf side of Florida. The brochures, besides proclaiming its top-notch marine biology program, also advertised E-C was “the right climate for learning.” But it seemed to rain a lot in Florida. And not the kind of spotty rain to cool off a warm afternoon. Sometimes it would rain all day. A year or so later, in my continuing studies of Oceanography, I would learn my freshman year of college coincided with one of the worst El Niño’s in half a century. But that would have not been much of a consolation, with the downpour soaking through my tank-top and undershirt as I walked home from flunking a quiz.
One of my dormmates, Andrea, known mostly for being a die-hard fan of the band No Doubt , came running out of Gandhi. “Dance party in the rain!” she shouted.
Sue Li, known not-so-politically-correctly as Sushi, appeared beside her. I’d only ever seen Sushi on her skateboard, clad in elbow pads taking up more than half of her arms. Without her board beneath her, Sushi was barely 5-foot. The clanging songs of Gwen Stefani singing about spiderwebs filled the complex as Andrea cleared the steps to Gandhi with a running start and landed in the puddle below, soaking me even more in the process.
“You game, Tammy? You’re already wet,” Andrea asked as Sushi began to vogue.
Andrea grabbed my arms and twirled me, swing dance style. I let go and kept spinning. As I looked up, I caught sight of Linda in our dorm window. I gestured for her to join us, and a few seconds later, she appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a rain hat and boots. She left her umbrella by the door as she came down the steps. Andrea was now doing the robot, and Linda joined in the revelry. I stomped my feet and started doing the Running Man in Andrea’s giant puddle. It felt good to let loose after the day—make that the month—I’d had at Eckhart. I was ruining my sandals, and probably the rest of my clothes as well, but I didn’t care. Suddenly I realized my companions had stopped their leaping and shimmying. I spun around to see LaVerne and one of her new roommates walking up the path behind me.
“Look at this, Brooke,” LaVerne said, her voice carrying even more than usual in the space between No Doubt songs. “Virgins dancing in the rain.”
“And they’re sober ,” Brooke added. They giggled together as they walked up the steps to the dorm swiftly while avoiding the puddles. Gwen began a new song and my dormmates began spinning again. Without a word, Linda and I headed back inside.
Chapter 6: Sroot the Free
“D id you play any sports, Jane?” Dallas asked at dinner that night. It was one of the few nights we caught him in the cafeteria, despite taking an extra-long time and switching up what times we went in order to run into him. As bad as I’d been feeling about my classroom performance, it cheered me up immensely to see Dallas.
Jane’s infamous grin appeared. “If you call getting high or drunk a sport, then yeah, I did a lot of sports… what about you, Tammy?”
“Well, I almost tried out for softball my freshman year, but I had to stop because my academic team made sectionals and I was Captain,” I said. “Oh, and I swam for two years but I quit because I became, um, drum major.”
Dallas looked surprised. “Really? Like with batons and stuff? Did you have a salute?”
“Yeah.”
“Show it to me.”
“Not right now, maybe when we go back to the dorm.” My subtle ploy was to get him back to my room. So far our friendship had been limited to the occasional shared meal and making prank phone calls. With Linda and Jane attending both.
“What sports did you play?” Jane asked, eyeing Dallas up and down.
“Well, I did play basketball for one year. But mostly I spent high school unscrewing light bulbs and
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