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she saw first, so it was my card she

pulled out.

I signed my name to the card

and handed it back to her. She

took it, smiling, and headed on her

way, saying, “I’ll meet you at the

student center east ballroom just

before eight o’clock.”

I stood there, wondering if I

had gotten myself into more than I

could handle. I was determined to

do well in my classes, and now I

would have eighteen and a half

credits. I didn’t know anyone else

who was taking that many. I also

worked between twenty and thirty

hours per week at different jobs

trying to pay for my schooling.

Oh well, I thought. If it was

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