cardboard brother, has no friends, barely leaves the house, and is a complete social misfit? Huh?
But considering she didn’t want to disrupt her happy housing arrangement and the fact that Matt had specifically told her not to bring this up with Erin and Roger, she kept her mouth shut. “I can’t think of anything.”
“I’m serious, Julie. I don’t want you to go without whatever school materials you need. Ask if you need help.” She turnedto the front door and charged forward. “I’m coming, Roger! You might as well get a head start, since I’m going to beat you anyway!”
Julie laughed and reached for the
New York Times
. She was a bit surprised that she wasn’t more nervous for her first day of classes. Eager, yes, but not the least bit nervous. She was finally where she wanted to be.
Julie glared at the test in front of her. Fine,
now
she was nervous. She hadn’t taken a test since last spring, and she hadn’t even thought about anything calculus-related in months, but within three seconds of stepping into her class, the professor had informed Julie that she might be able to skip Applied Calculus and transfer into Multivariable Calculus.
My, my!
It was hard to think of anything more appealing.
Julie surmised that she must have just been radiating derivatives and explicit functions, because she certainly hadn’t requested the opportunity to place out. The only reason she’d signed up for calculus was to get her math requirement out of the way as early as possible, because who the hell wanted to be stuck cramming a last-minute math course into her senior year?
Julie crossed her legs and started on the test. She was alone in a classroom with a teaching assistant, who was presumably sitting with her to make sure she didn’t frantically call some math-geek hotline. Or Matt. But as she moved through the test, it turned out that she didn’t really need any help. Yes, a few of the questions were beyond her, but a lot of the material she knew either from her AP high school class or because she just… knew it somehow.
When she was done, the TA took her paper. “I’ll score this and have the professor call you later today to give you the results. If you’ve passed, Multivariable Calc meets at the same time, so you’ll have an easy transfer.”
“That’s
excellent
! I can’t wait,” Julie said, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. She wondered briefly if she could refuse to make the transfer if she passed, but that seemed lame. Even if she wasn’t aching to devote her life to vector fields, she couldn’t justify taking the easy way out.
Intro to Psych proved to be fun, and Dana was in this class with her. The professor, Dr. Cooley, was wildly enthusiastic about the field and even handed out copies of Freudian slip cartoons along with the lengthy syllabus.
Dr. Cooley erased the whiteboard and addressed the class. “I know this is a big group, and I don’t want anyone to get lost. You have all my contact information and my office hours. Use them. I want to hear from you. I want to help you.” He turned and set his hands on his hips. “I like teaching, and I like students, and I want to learn from you as much as you want to learn from me.”
When class was over, Julie and Dana filed out of the large lecture hall. “I can’t stand these huge classes,” Dana growled. “These stupid required courses are always so congested. I can’t wait until I’m in Evolutionary Psych with, like, five other students.”
“You’re going to be a psychology major?” Julie asked.
Dana smoothed down her already immaculate straight bangs and wiped nonexistent mascara smudges from under her eyes. “I’ve known for years. Both my parents are shrinks too. Whitney has a really good program, and Dr. Cooley is highly regarded in the field.” She glanced at her watch. “Damn. I was supposed to meet Jamie at the student union for coffeeten minutes ago. I forgot how long this class was. You want to
But considering she didn’t want to disrupt her happy housing arrangement and the fact that Matt had specifically told her not to bring this up with Erin and Roger, she kept her mouth shut. “I can’t think of anything.”
“I’m serious, Julie. I don’t want you to go without whatever school materials you need. Ask if you need help.” She turnedto the front door and charged forward. “I’m coming, Roger! You might as well get a head start, since I’m going to beat you anyway!”
Julie laughed and reached for the
New York Times
. She was a bit surprised that she wasn’t more nervous for her first day of classes. Eager, yes, but not the least bit nervous. She was finally where she wanted to be.
Julie glared at the test in front of her. Fine,
now
she was nervous. She hadn’t taken a test since last spring, and she hadn’t even thought about anything calculus-related in months, but within three seconds of stepping into her class, the professor had informed Julie that she might be able to skip Applied Calculus and transfer into Multivariable Calculus.
My, my!
It was hard to think of anything more appealing.
Julie surmised that she must have just been radiating derivatives and explicit functions, because she certainly hadn’t requested the opportunity to place out. The only reason she’d signed up for calculus was to get her math requirement out of the way as early as possible, because who the hell wanted to be stuck cramming a last-minute math course into her senior year?
Julie crossed her legs and started on the test. She was alone in a classroom with a teaching assistant, who was presumably sitting with her to make sure she didn’t frantically call some math-geek hotline. Or Matt. But as she moved through the test, it turned out that she didn’t really need any help. Yes, a few of the questions were beyond her, but a lot of the material she knew either from her AP high school class or because she just… knew it somehow.
When she was done, the TA took her paper. “I’ll score this and have the professor call you later today to give you the results. If you’ve passed, Multivariable Calc meets at the same time, so you’ll have an easy transfer.”
“That’s
excellent
! I can’t wait,” Julie said, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. She wondered briefly if she could refuse to make the transfer if she passed, but that seemed lame. Even if she wasn’t aching to devote her life to vector fields, she couldn’t justify taking the easy way out.
Intro to Psych proved to be fun, and Dana was in this class with her. The professor, Dr. Cooley, was wildly enthusiastic about the field and even handed out copies of Freudian slip cartoons along with the lengthy syllabus.
Dr. Cooley erased the whiteboard and addressed the class. “I know this is a big group, and I don’t want anyone to get lost. You have all my contact information and my office hours. Use them. I want to hear from you. I want to help you.” He turned and set his hands on his hips. “I like teaching, and I like students, and I want to learn from you as much as you want to learn from me.”
When class was over, Julie and Dana filed out of the large lecture hall. “I can’t stand these huge classes,” Dana growled. “These stupid required courses are always so congested. I can’t wait until I’m in Evolutionary Psych with, like, five other students.”
“You’re going to be a psychology major?” Julie asked.
Dana smoothed down her already immaculate straight bangs and wiped nonexistent mascara smudges from under her eyes. “I’ve known for years. Both my parents are shrinks too. Whitney has a really good program, and Dr. Cooley is highly regarded in the field.” She glanced at her watch. “Damn. I was supposed to meet Jamie at the student union for coffeeten minutes ago. I forgot how long this class was. You want to
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