Chapter 10Mathias was never particularly punctual, and college didn’t change that. It was my turn to stare at doors that opened and closed and feel disappointment when the person I was waiting for never came. As the week progressed, our seats in Calculus class got farther and farther away in the large, off-white lecture hall with shiny wood stadium seating. The growing distance was a fitting metaphor.
In addition, college swim practice was not at all like private training with Coach Keller. There wasn’t much palling around. We hadn’t proven ourselves yet and therefore received no special treatment from Coach Collouci or the other older swimmers, who pranked us after our first practice as a team by putting dildos in all the freshmen’s lockers. I happily took mine back to my dorm, not that
