Some were smoking. Others were talking with friends. Still more stood next to the bike rack. We were coming down a sidewalk that met five other sidewalks in a large stone circle in the middle of the courtyard, and people were coming back and forth. As Summer checked her map again, I saw some others doing the same. We weren’t the only lost freshmen. The thought was a little comforting. “Yeah.” Summer nodded before folding the paper up and sliding it into her folder. “That’s my building. Where’s your classroom?” “In Ives. Room three-twelve.” Her forehead wrinkled, and she pulled the sheet back
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