Dropping courses, setting out on new ones
At 2:30 p.m. on Friday, March 7, 2008, the final day before spring break, I walked out of Connecticut Hall and things were looking up. As I took a nostalgic look around Old Campus, there was a spring in my step; I waved to some familiar Stiles frosh heading towards Phelps Gate with suitcases in hand. Though I still hadn’t secured employment for the summer, a momentary release had finally arrived. Or so I thought.
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