Page 25 - Save the Last Dance for Me

Bryce laughed. “You mean

there’s an eight o’clock in the

morning, too?”

It was my turn to laugh.

Before coming to college the

previous semester, I hadn’t met a

single one of my eight roommates.

For the most part, we all quickly

became friends. And we just as

quickly learned each other’s

idiosyncrasies.

When we signed up for classes,

we filled out a little bubble sheet

with preferred hours, but the

computer still chose the sections

for us. After Bryce had picked up

his schedule the first semester, he

had marched into the apartment

and slammed it on the table. “That

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