"And a female specimen, if that's your thing," Jenn adds.
"It's not my thing. I mean, none of it is my thing."
Kali gives me a mischievous smile. “I think you enrolled in the wrong school. I think there's a convent in Boston.
Something twists in my stomach. "They don't accept Jews."
"Back off, you two," says Kendra, ever the diplomat. She turns to me. "Why not go out for a few hours?"
"Chemistry. Physics." The room goes silent. They're all liberal arts or business majors, so invoking Science shuts them up.
Well, I'd better go back to my room. I have a date with the Third Law of Thermodynamics.”
"Sounds hot," Jenn says.
I smile to show that I really got the joke, then drag myself back to my room, where I diligently pick up Chemistry Fundamentals, but when the Terrific Trio walk out
