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expected, men in their late fifties that talked in a way that said they knew what they would teach inside and out already. You could hear the love of the subject in their voices but not a love for teaching it over and over for so many years.
    She grabbed some lunch on her way back to her room so she could start getting organized between classes. On her way up she made a quick stop at the front desk to ask if there was any mail, not that she got that much. Paul was there again, as always. “Paul, are you taking any classes at all this semester?”
    “Yeah but only three and they’re very early. They were the only ones that were available for my major. I don’t mind so much really and I should be able to take my last two this summer. That’s if they are not canceled for lack of interest. If they are, I will have to wait to take them in the fall and hope they don’t fill up fast.”
    “Well good luck. Your last two classes that must be exciting to you! Then it’s out into the big world you go.”
    “It’s no big deal, it really means back home with the rents to look for a job if I can’t get one before I graduate.”
    “You’ll find one; I know it. Look you’re too smart and any company would be very lucky to have you. Hey, maybe this summer you should look for an internship at a local accounting firm.”
    “Thanks Abby, you’re the sweetest person around here.” Paul placed his hands around hers and gave them a little squeeze. “I hadn’t thought about that, but you did push me to try and be a Resident Adviser and that worked out.” He was not letting her hands go and Abby pulled them out of his grip slowly. She pretended to look for her keys, hoping she didn’t offend him as he went on. “Maybe you’re a good luck charm for me”
    “Aw, thanks Paul. You’re really sweet too. Well, um, I had better get up stairs and get ready to go to my next classes. What fun!” She was trying to place the right kind of smile on her face.
    “Alright Abby, enjoy the rest of your day.”
    With that she was off to the elevator and up to her room. It was time to get out the calendar and mark it up. It filled up fast with paper due dates, exams, and other projects, each class in a different color. She drove most people crazy the way she liked to organize, but it kept her sane. It was easier to have a plan and stick to it when she was tidy and organized in every way.
    Her next class was Greek Mythology. She really didn’t see the need to take it, but Rachel had insisted on them taking a class together again. It was better than what she really wanted Abby to take with her, Psychology of Sex. There was no way she was going to take that. Why would she want to? What would her parents say? “Good job on that A in your sex class dear; we’re so proud of you.” Or even worse, “What? Abby how could you get a D in a sex class? Why did you take that anyway?” There was no way to not be embarrassed by whatever grade she got.
    Before she knew it, Rachel was calling from the lobby. It was time to head to class. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts and filling in the calendar, she had lost track of time completely. “Sorry Rach, I’ll be there in just a second. I have to get my stuff.”
    “No big, we have some time.”
    As she went to the shelf and put her books in her bag, she couldn’t help but peek out the window and into the courtyard below. Would he be there? As she scanned the ground, she dropped the history book on her foot. “Ouch, stupid book. Why do you have to be so big?”
    Abby got down stairs only to find Rachel sitting on the front desk talking to, no flirting with, Paul. She was holding his hands and giggling at everything he was saying. Does she have to flirt with him? Then again does she have to flirt with every guy? Paul might have a heart attack from all of the attention. “Alright let’s go and see what craziness you got us into.”
    “Oh come on Abby, it will be fun. Just think it will