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“I hate you,” were the last words Justin said as he slammed the door closed on our friendship. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. I didn’t even notice when Tina slipped on her clothes, kissed me on the cheek and left, saying, “I’d better go.” My best friend had just stormed out of my life, and I didn’t know why.
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Taking English 201 while the sun was shining, and there was a soft breeze, and the temperature was 85 degrees, was torture. Don’t get me wrong, I loved language, I spoke three fluently. Of course, being a Theater Major, my primary interest was the spoken word. That was why I was taking English 201 over the summer; I wanted to clear up my schedule for more performance credits.
Most everyone else was there because they were retaking the course. I thought that was pitiful. There were three of us who really cared about the subject. One was Gloria; she was from Argentina and English was her second language. The other was Justin; he was a freshman who had CLEPed his way through his 100 level English courses and came to the University a semester early. He wanted to be a writer and we hit it off from the beginning.
Of course, we were an odd pair. I’m “Mr. Social”. Nearly everyone in the theater program knew me or knew of me. Hell, I was recognized all over campus. If someone had me in their class they remembered it. Justin was a geek. Saying Justin was a geek was like calling a trout a fish. He was almost the classic, academic nerd. Justin was a short, wiry guy with unruly brown hair, glasses that did nothing for his face and clothes that were best described as “skater geek”. His one...