Being with Mary
The day you saw her was like any other first day of class. You and maybe a hundred other people filtered into the auditorium with excitement. Excitement for the semester, not yet weary about the lack of money or the workload of school or the job you had to keep to pay for all of it. New semesters were like new years in that every time they came you lied to yourself about how hard you were going to try for good grades or how you were going to start working out so you weren’t so self-conscious at parties when talking to girls anymore. Maybe the teacher would be hot, maybe you would sit next to the girl who was going to turn your world upside down and make you forget about your fears of …