From time in memorial, the gossip mill has been a booming business. This was no different at Carlton University, for the moment I stepped inside it, I was thrown pitying looks from strangers, people I didn’t talk to as well as those I did.
Those I had a rapport with, asked if I was okay, and when I replied in the affirmative, they went ahead and asked if there was something, anything, they could do for me, and when I shook my head, they left me with a pat on my shoulder and said I should get better.
Get better? When was I sick?
But I understood clearly. The stares didn’t let up, if anything they increased when I got into the auditorium for my lectures. The lecturer had not yet come into class, and so students were gathered according to their cliques. All discussions siezed as I got in
