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My brows furrow as I stare at the paper posted on the bulletin board, squinting as I lean closer to see if I maybe read it wrong. I blink when the letters don’t change. I turn to look around the room, not even really sure who I’m looking for.

For our next project in my English class, the professor let us submit requests for who we wanted our partners to be. I have a few guys from my frat in the class, so I obviously put their names. But as I look around, I notice them sitting together and realize I was the odd number that got a random partner.

Great.

I adjust my backwards snapback on my head, still looking around the lecture hall for any clue as to who my partner is.