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Sandra

... the teachers are just blowing smoke up your ass. Most of them, anyway. I mean, yeah, there's a lot of homework, but there's time to do it, and you can find study groups. There are upperclassmen who tutor and don't charge a whole bunch, and last year there was even this k** genius who helped me get through my linguistics class.&#034 She started to get her crying under control and sniffed back a few more tears. I kept going. &#034When I got here, I was totally lost. I didn't know anyone, I was sure everyone knew what I'd—&#034 I was about to say 'what I'd done to Micah,' but caught myself. I changed gears a little bit. &#034But you know, it's kinda cool here. I know it's weird not knowing anyone—you know me, by the way—but that means they don't know anything you don't want them to know. You can kinda reinvent yourself, if you want to. You wanna be a total bookworm? You can do it. You wanna be the party girl? There's parties all the time around here. I don't know of anyone but us from around home, and it's kinda cool.&#034 Sandra didn't seem convinced, but she was at least listening and not crying anymore. &#034Really?&#034 I sat down on the floor next to my bed and started spilling my own guts for a bit. I told Sandra about how I'd met Karen at the end of my first week, how we'd had sex the very first night and just about every chance we had after that until she broke up with me. I told her about the classes I'd taken, my summer job on campus, and my own struggles with ...

... being a little homesick now & then. I admitted to my semester of being a male slut and started listing off the girls I'd slept with after Karen. &#034You're different, Tom,&#034 Sandra said, sliding down to sit on the floor next to me. &#034Nine girls since Christmas? No wonder you've got a reputation…You wouldn't have been okay with stuff like this back in high school.&#034 &#034I know! That's what I mean,&#034 I said. &#034You wanna know the truth? I had a really good year last year. And I think, if you give it a chance, you're gonna do just fine here.&#034 We talked for a couple more hours after that, catching up on the news from home. I learned that Sandra hadn't dated anyone since Micah died, and that Tracy made such an impression on a few of the doctors and ther****ts she worked with after the accident, that they'd pulled some strings and helped her wrangle enough scholarships to get into Stanford. We talked about the classes Sandra was taking her first semester, and about the weird meditation stuff her roommate was apparently into. We didn't &#034do&#034 anything, and just sat there talking until my roommate came back around one o'clock in the morning. When we realized how late it was, I walked Sandra back over to her dorm room. I told her that if she needed to talk, she could come by my room any time. Then I headed back to my own room. I didn't see Sandra again for a couple weeks, and in the meantime I started hanging out and studying with Rena, a freshman girl in my ...