A guy in a bright red sweatshirt with the school name emblazoned in navy on the front stopped in front of my room's doorway and leaned against it like a stuck-up starlet.
"Hey, remember me?"
The voice jerked me from my work and I looked up, frowning. Who the hell was he? "Sorry, I'm really bad with faces and names." This was not an entirely true statement. I'm good with faces, but awful with names.
"Oh, remember I roomed up here in this room last summer? I was one of those high school students in the summer program. Sort of like a summer prefrosh weekend, y'know? And so this is my second time here, and well I guess I'll be coming here."
Oh, goody. I'll be gone by the time you matriculate. I nod my head like an idiot as he rambled on about how great Tech is. At this point, he has entered the room and is standing next to me as if he and I were already friends. Get away from me, weirdo!
I was saved in a few seconds by my roommate and Canadian Boy. The strange prefrosh sauntered out--perhaps to annoy other upperclassmen. Who was he? I know I've never met him before. And nobody had stayed in my room last summer. Even though I moved out for two weeks, my room had only been briefly converted into a computer lab.
"Change the combo to your door," Canadian Boy advised.
