The winter snows faded, and mottled shoots of grass began to find their way up toward the sun again after months buried in the underground. The spring semester was really nothing more than three dark months of winter, which ended when the magnolias bloomed. The term “spring semester” wasn’t a lie, but an enhancement; a name chosen to make it seem warmer and brighter than it was. Spring always rings hopeful, and promises a new start as much as a good night’s sleep or change of address.

            Alex had managed through luck and lack of forethought to choose classes, which were exclusively overcrowded, and basic so he found himself without any final exams. This suited him fine since he had managed to stay relatively unattached and undistingui...

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