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Authors: Lauren Kunze, Rina Onur
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but I really have to go. . . . I’m busy right now trying to pick my classes. No, Mom, I just really gotta go now. . . . Yes , I promise to call you tomorrow. . . . Every day . . . All right . . . What? No, I didn’t get your care package. . . . Well, yes, I got it. I just haven’t opened it yet. . . . Now? Really? Okay, okay, I have it in my bag. . . . Yeah . . . Thanks. . . . Bye . . . Love you, too. . . .”
Exhausted, he hung up, sinking back onto the futon with a sigh. “My mom, she worries. . . .” he said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a small brown package. “She wanted to make sure I opened this; it’s probably something perishable like homemade cookies. . . .”
His face plummeted like a skydiver without a parachute as he opened the box to find not cookies but an array of colorful, assorted condoms. T ROJAN , E XTRA L ARGE , L UBRICATED , S TUDDED , U LTRA T HIN , S PERMICIDAL , S HEEPSKIN’
He slammed the lid back down but not before Callie saw and started to giggle uncontrollably. Oblivious and exasperated, Dana grabbed her book and stalked off to her bedroom.
“ Wow ,” Callie teased, unable to resist, “your mom must have a lot of . . . confidence in your . . . abilities.”
“Yeah,” Matt muttered. “I mean no!” he cried as Callie tried to grab one of the condoms and he noticed the E XTRA LARGE label displayed prominently on the front. “I mean, no I don’t mean no. I just meant—”
“I should go finish this up. . . .” he said, standing and waving some papers vaguely. He began backing out of the room.
“Okay,” Callie said, still laughing. She reached for her Courses of Instruction . “Thanks so much for coming over; it was seriously helpful.”
She smiled in a way that would have made his face turn bright red if he hadn’t already been blushing at full capacity. “Listen,” he blurted in a final, desperate attempt, “let me know what you decide about Ec 10. It’s at two P.M. on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so we could, like, do a lunch date before or something. . . .”
“Yeah! Sounds great,” Callie replied, but she had already picked up The Q Guide and started skimming through its pages.
Matt opened the door to the hallway, and the room swelled with the sound of high-pitched giggles. Callie’s head snapped back up just in time to see Gregory escorting yet another “BU Bottle Blonde” (nickname courtesy of Vanessa) toward his room.
Bending over her book, Callie tried to pretend she wasn’t watching as Gregory paused, staring down into Matt’s care package. His face lit up. He dipped his hand into the box and removed a fistful of condoms.
“Please tell Mrs. Robinson I said thank you.” He chuckled. As he held the door open for the girl, he turned toward Callie and, unmistakably, he winked.
Callie accidentally tore a page in The Q Guide as she flipped it violently, the sound of squeals and shrieks fading as the door to C 24 swung shut.
A minute later Vanessa burst into the common room, her arms laden with shopping bags. Callie kept her head down, hoping that Vanessa would take the hint.
“Are you still agonizing over your classes, Cal? Seriously? It’s freshman year, it doesn’t even count! Now is the time to be experimental, to focus on the more important things in life. ”
Callie made a point of turning the pages of The Q Guide as obviously as possible, skipping over Ethnic and European Studies to examine Government.
“Anyway, you can stop worrying because I already picked your classes for you. We’re taking Justice: Mondays and Wednesdays at one.”
“What?” said Callie sharply. “What field is that even in?”
“Moral Reasoning, meaning it’ll count no matter what you end up studying. Plus, it’s way famous! I heard that sometimes fifteen hundred people enroll and they have to hold a lottery to see who gets in! And the professor, Michael Sandal, is like this crazy Communist who inspired that character Mr. Burns from The Simpsons
Exhausted, he hung up, sinking back onto the futon with a sigh. “My mom, she worries. . . .” he said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a small brown package. “She wanted to make sure I opened this; it’s probably something perishable like homemade cookies. . . .”
His face plummeted like a skydiver without a parachute as he opened the box to find not cookies but an array of colorful, assorted condoms. T ROJAN , E XTRA L ARGE , L UBRICATED , S TUDDED , U LTRA T HIN , S PERMICIDAL , S HEEPSKIN’
He slammed the lid back down but not before Callie saw and started to giggle uncontrollably. Oblivious and exasperated, Dana grabbed her book and stalked off to her bedroom.
“ Wow ,” Callie teased, unable to resist, “your mom must have a lot of . . . confidence in your . . . abilities.”
“Yeah,” Matt muttered. “I mean no!” he cried as Callie tried to grab one of the condoms and he noticed the E XTRA LARGE label displayed prominently on the front. “I mean, no I don’t mean no. I just meant—”
“I should go finish this up. . . .” he said, standing and waving some papers vaguely. He began backing out of the room.
“Okay,” Callie said, still laughing. She reached for her Courses of Instruction . “Thanks so much for coming over; it was seriously helpful.”
She smiled in a way that would have made his face turn bright red if he hadn’t already been blushing at full capacity. “Listen,” he blurted in a final, desperate attempt, “let me know what you decide about Ec 10. It’s at two P.M. on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so we could, like, do a lunch date before or something. . . .”
“Yeah! Sounds great,” Callie replied, but she had already picked up The Q Guide and started skimming through its pages.
Matt opened the door to the hallway, and the room swelled with the sound of high-pitched giggles. Callie’s head snapped back up just in time to see Gregory escorting yet another “BU Bottle Blonde” (nickname courtesy of Vanessa) toward his room.
Bending over her book, Callie tried to pretend she wasn’t watching as Gregory paused, staring down into Matt’s care package. His face lit up. He dipped his hand into the box and removed a fistful of condoms.
“Please tell Mrs. Robinson I said thank you.” He chuckled. As he held the door open for the girl, he turned toward Callie and, unmistakably, he winked.
Callie accidentally tore a page in The Q Guide as she flipped it violently, the sound of squeals and shrieks fading as the door to C 24 swung shut.
A minute later Vanessa burst into the common room, her arms laden with shopping bags. Callie kept her head down, hoping that Vanessa would take the hint.
“Are you still agonizing over your classes, Cal? Seriously? It’s freshman year, it doesn’t even count! Now is the time to be experimental, to focus on the more important things in life. ”
Callie made a point of turning the pages of The Q Guide as obviously as possible, skipping over Ethnic and European Studies to examine Government.
“Anyway, you can stop worrying because I already picked your classes for you. We’re taking Justice: Mondays and Wednesdays at one.”
“What?” said Callie sharply. “What field is that even in?”
“Moral Reasoning, meaning it’ll count no matter what you end up studying. Plus, it’s way famous! I heard that sometimes fifteen hundred people enroll and they have to hold a lottery to see who gets in! And the professor, Michael Sandal, is like this crazy Communist who inspired that character Mr. Burns from The Simpsons
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