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“Will you stop bouncing around the apartment in a panic?” Whitney asked.
Stacia stopped moving and glanced over at her roommate. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. But why are you so anxious? We only just got our assignments this week for sports broadcast. Shouldn’t you be happy that you’re covering gymnastics?”
“What?” Stacia asked, distracted. “Oh, I am. I can’t believe you’re taking that with me.”
“It sounded fun once you mentioned it even though I don’t have a strong background in sports, like you do.”
“You’ll do great.”
Whitney did great in everything.
“You’re not still freaking out about the conversation with your advisor are you? Because you totally deserve to be in journalism.”
“What?” Stacia asked. “Oh, no.”
She had finally sat down with her advisor and asked her point blank how sh
