Maeve
I’m rubbing my thighs nervously. When I got in the car earlier, I was excited. Now, going out there into the admissions office with everyone there, knowing someone pulled some strings for me to be there, terrifies me. At least none of the other students would know.
The car pulls into a spot about half a block from the office building that holds the admissions office, and I get out, happy to walk off my anxiety.
Getting the forms filled and handing the pretty blonde the last-minute check felt greater than I thought possible. For the next semester, I would go through the same process as anyone else, depositing the tuition into the bank account myself and registering for my classes online.
Since I was so late and she opened the office on her day off for me, I was stuck with the sem
