A soft murmur fills the lecture hall as I nervously shift in my seat. Olivia isn’t here today, waking up feeling sick and full of lower back and pelvis cramps. A large part of me wants her to feel better and I plan on swinging by her dorm with a hot chocolate and another, smaller, part of me wishes that she was here, just so I can have someone else’s opinion on the ‘Ian-knows-about-my-hair’ situation.
The meeting last night went over pretty well. Rose introduced everyone to me. Bubba, a broad-shoulder junior, is the president and welcomed me with open arms, happy to have another new member. Nat, a jock-like sophomore, has taken over the club’s job of technician alongside Victoria, a black-haired junior, and Hope, the strawberry blonde senior. Jen, a tall purple-haired junior, Tim, a lanky
