What I didn’t plan for was the mile long traffic back-up at the stop sign, because God forbid there was an actual light in the historical town, or the fact there was absolutely no parking left on campus. I even left fifteen minutes early so I would arrive ten minutes before my nine-ten class began. And I actually drove it twice on Sunday to make sure Google wasn’t leading me astray. That was why I had obsessively plotted the distance between my apartment in University Heights and the designated parking lot for commuter students over the weekend on Google. I hated for people to turn and stare, which they always did when you entered a classroom a minute after class started. The second thing was walking into a crowded classroom late. Not likely to occur, but still pretty damn freaky to think about. Waking up in the middle of the night and discovering a ghost with its transparent face shoved in mine was one of them.
There were two things in life that scared the ever-loving crap out of me.
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