Walking across campus, I felt excited to break free from my parent’s control and had wanted to push the boundaries. I had a firm 11pm curfew throughout high school and mom kept tabs on me at all times. It was a blessing phone tracking wasn’t available, so she couldn't see I was getting alcohol poisoning in a random field somewhere when I had said I was at a "lacrosse sleepover." I had felt a change within myself so I didn't feel an urgent need to go drink questionable punch in a dirty frat basement. My shift in priorities left me curious as to what else Wexford had to offer. I pursued the different club tables that lined the quad, beckoning freshmen to join their various activities. “Hey Ya” by Outkast blared from the speakers of one table while other freshman girls, sweating in their Juicy Couture tracksuits in the August heat of Southwest Virginia signed up for rush events. My introverted self hurried past the sororities and I curiously stopped at Wexford Outdoors. The university was situated in the New River Valley and this would be a great opportunity to explore the area. I had always enjoyed my time at summer camp and was eager for an opportunity to try backpacking. I scribbled my email onto their clipboard and started on my way when a study abroad table caught my eye. Intrigued, I began to browse their brochures while a volunteer asked me what type of experience I was looking for.
“I haven’t declared my major yet but I’ve always been creative and good with computers,” I said, hoping she’d point me in the right direction.
“There’s a waitlist for it but we have a half semester graphic design program in Japan,” she mentioned. Japan. I had originally intended to push the boundaries of my parent’s rules, not the country but this program sounded fascinating. I’d dabbled in graphic design during my many art classes in high school and enjoyed it.
“Could I join the waitlist?” I asked.
“Sure!” She replied and handed me a clipboard. I purposefully made my handwriting as legible as possible.
It was bizarre to see people walking around and actually conversing and not looking down at their phones. I pulled my flip phone out and decided to give Luke a call. I had noticed when I went to phone my mom that I had a bunch of missed calls and texts from "Luke <3" and needed to make some necessary adjustments. Though I knew our short relationship was a blip on the radar, he was a sweet guy and I owed it to him to release him of any commitment.
"Hey, beautiful," his deep voice came through the phone. I tried to picture him - green eyes, sandy hair, chiseled jaw. Too bad he wasn't my soulmate, he was lovely to look at.
"Hey Luke, we need to talk," I blurted out. I was never good with confrontation. "There is no easy way to say this and I do care about you a lot. But I think that attempting a long distance relationship at 18 won't be a good idea and I'm afraid one of us would get hurt." Silence on the other end.
"So you're just dumping me so you can slut it up at Wexford." I gasped like Karen in Mean Girls after Regina called her a whore.
"No... I just don't think we have a strong enough foundation to make a long distance relationship work." We had only gone to prom together and dated over the summer so it wasn't like we were in a long term relationship to begin with. "I'm sorry, Luke. I really care about you as a person and you are a sweet boyfriend who is going to make some girl at Dartmouth very happy. I'm just not at Dartmouth, I'm at Wexford and we are too young to make that kind of commitment." Hopefully, he got the point.
"Yeah, you're not Dartmoth material and it's not like I would have married a Wexford girl anyway." I wasn't expecting him to be this nasty but some shift within myself had given me the thick skinned nonchalance of an older and wiser person. The cliche post prom sex wasn't good, more reminescent of a Sex and the City episode where Carrie got pounded by the jackrabbit. Our only connection was that we went to the same high school and now that was over, it was time to move onto the next phases of our respective lives. I sighed, wanting the conversation to be over.
"Ok then," I said. How do I dump him harder? "Good luck at Dartmouth and maybe we'll run into each other in the future, who knows." I wanted to be nice.
"I hope not," he said, hanging up.
Ok, well fuck you too then.
My phone dinged with a text notification moments later.
“Only losers go to Wexford,” Luke had written.
“You have friends here…” I replied.
“Whatever, they’re losers, too.” I guess the whole Ivy League superiority complex goes to your head pretty fast, which was pretty rich coming from a guy who couldn’t parallel park.
I slipped my RAZR back into my Coach bag and fished out my baby blue iPod mini and let Natasha Bedingfield’s ‘Unwritten’ serenade me through my earbuds. I was finally shaking off the memory of having deja vu the previous night, writing it off as an adrenaline rush. My close encounter with the police did leave me a bit more cautious, though.
I found myself seated in a computer lab at the registrar's office, armed with a course catalog. I decided to knock out some of the general education requirements to assuage my mother’s objections to my deviation from the nursing track but my encounter at the study abroad table reignited my interest in art. I signed up for an intro to graphic design course and added beginner’s yoga as my physical education requirement. I left feeling excited about the future, rather than burdened with the weight of fulfilling a dream that wasn’t my own.On my way out, I spotted Alexis from the night before hanging out with one of Luke's football teammates and one of my friends from high school, Ryan. "What happened to you last night?" Alexis asked, "I should have followed you, I got a fucking ticket for underage possession." Having no explanation for what could have compelled me to run, I just told her I had stomach problems and needed to book it back to my dorm. "Heard you dumped Luke so you could b
I glared at my alarm clock. "Do you always moan in your sleep," Krystal was awake, looking down at me. I was definitely a sweaty mess, my body still alert from the dream. "I was just restless, being in a new place and all," I replied. She shrugged and sat down at her desk to do her makeup. There wasn't a single scholastic item on her desk; she had a full, lighted mirror with more makeup than a Sephora. Some evangelical snake oil salesman was playing on the TV that I’d bought from home. "I'm meeting the campus pastor for morning prayer," she said, dowsing herself in Victoria’s Secret Love Potion body spray.I smiled, throwing my legs out of bed. They still felt like Jell-O from the dream. If Colin could turn my legs to Jell-O in my dream, what was he capable of in real life? The prospect felt enthralling. "Is he hot?" I asked."He is a married, Christian man," Krystal snapped. Right. Because I'd do a full face for a married, Christian man at 8am on a Saturday,too."Do you need to use
Monday morning came and I dressed in a cute graphic tee from Hollister and low slung Seven jeans, and stashed my notebooks in my multicolor Louis Vuitton tote. I pulled my perfectly straight ponytail through a Von Dutch trucker hat, popped on my oversized rimless sunglasses and had my earbuds in. Modest Mouse's “Float On” wafted through the headphones as I started out across campus to fetch myself a coffee before my first class of the day.I was totally that girl for walking into Psychology 101 a minute late with a Starbucks. The professor rolled his eyes at me and waved me in. I went to slide into a seat near the back when I heard a familiar voice:"Cabrey, over here," Colin whispered. I quickly sat in the empty lecture chair next to him. He reached over and took a sip of my coffee, like we'd been married for years and it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn't seem to notice my surprise. We actually had to take written notes in a notebook during the lecture. I had forgott
That Friday after classes were done for the day, I packed my dirty laundry and dismissed the guilt over bringing home my laundry by being even more disgusted by the communal washers and dryers in my dorm. We were only a week into the semester and the machines already had the stink. I wanted to be comfortable for the ride but look cute at the same time, so I sported my PINK yoga pants with the multicolored logo waistband and a too tight Wexford tee shirt. I ironed my hair into a bouncy ponytail and applied light makeup for a natural look that still made my eyes pop. Colin pulled his old Bronco into the Dominion Hall parking lot and got out to help me with my luggage and I sheepishly handed him my hamper while he handed me a coffee."Thought you'd like a latte for the ride," he said. He had remembered my Starbucks order. I took a sip, purposefully getting foam on my upper lip and smiled back."That was too sweet, thank you," I said. I noticed his hamper in the truck. "I see you packed
The next morning, I decided to quell my hangover with some retail therapy. A PINK store just opened locally and I had wanted to check it out. If things kept going well with Colin, new panties wouldn't be a bad idea. An Auntie Anne's lemonade and pretzel set me straight as I went to pick up my mom's order from Nordstrom. She’d pre ordered these boots called Uggs and got me a pair to bring back down to school. I grabbed a black North Face fleece while I was there and then continued to American Eagle for jeans and camis, Abercrombie for a few polos and graphic tees, Old Navy for cute jammies and flip flops. I stopped in Wet Seal to find a few 'going out tops' and cheap hoop earrings I wouldn't mind losing. I finished the trip at the Lush store and got too many bath bombs despite the fact I lived in a dorm without a tub.Back at home, I busied myself with laundry and getting ready to work my dinner shift at the pub. A few friends who went to school locally still worked there and I was exc
Mom immediately teased me for how flushed I was when I got home that night. She was still awake, watching SNL and cuddling with Zippy. I breathlessly plopped down on the oversized couch next to her. “So do we like like Colin?” she teased. I giggled and nodded. “I want to grab brunch with you before you go tomorrow, do you want to invite him so I can get to know my future son-in-law?” I got out my phone and texted Colin and he immediately responded by saying he’d meet us at my favorite bagel spot at 10AM.The next morning, I slipped into a pink floral Free People sundress that mom had gotten me and a pair of platform flip flops I’d gotten while at the beach. I was tall but Colin was taller so he’d still tower over me even in wedges. I french braided by side swept bangs and pinned them back with a butterfly clip then scented my collarbone with Ralph by Ralph Lauren. Mom was already in the garage, putting the top of the Jeep down. “It’s a gorgeous morning,” she said, clipping it into p
Colin and I saw each other that Monday during our psychology class. Instead of paying attention to the lecture, we’d passed my notebook back and forth, making our packing list for the Wexford Outdoors camping trip. He’d crossed out “tent” on my list and said we could share his. The previous weekend had left us both yearning for each other. Colin usually had rugby practice on weeknights and the rest of our class schedules conflicted most of the time. He placed his hand on my thigh during class.“If you two can’t keep your hands off each other for 50 minutes, then don’t come to my lecture,” our professor yelled at us. Colin quickly removed his hand and we resumed paying attention to the PowerPoint. The universe seemed to keep throwing obstacles in the way of our physical connection.“What are you doing this Friday,” Colin asked as we shuffled out of the lecture hall together.“Jenny was talking about a concert or something,” I said. My friend from my dorm had mentioned that she and her
When we got back Sunday, Colin walked me up to my dorm with my backpack. Krystal was home but had company. They scuttled out of Krystal’s bed in a hurry, both still partially clothed. “You must be Pastor Duane,” I said with a laugh. I’d seen posters of the evangelical preacher on campus and he was the one Krystal had done a full face at 8am for. “And you two must be Shrek and Fiona,” Krystal retorted, looking Colin and I up and down. We were covered in mud and I was in desperate need of a hot shower. Colin had offered to take us back to his apartment to clean up but I was so far gone that I needed to be with my own things to pull myself back together. Pastor Duane quickly tucked tail out of our dorm room with Colin following him to the elevators. We’d actually discussed his strange brand of Christianity on our hike so I’m sure Colin had questions about the Quiverfull movement that Pastor Duane preached about. Once we were alone and I was thoroughly bathed, I asked Krystal about the