On the first day of college, my roommate, Jorja Pipe, and I volunteered to help freshmen find their way around campus and handle their paperwork. Out of the four campus gates, the West Gate faced a neighborhood where locals were always out and about with their pups for a stroll. With my 20/20 vision, I spotted a middle-aged man with a Golden Retriever across the street. There, the Golden Retriever and I locked eyes, and before I knew it, the dog zipped across the road in my direction. The place was crowded with people. The security guard lunged forward carrying a steel pole, while terrified students scrambled around, ripping their throats screaming. Too bad the dog headed straight for me at record speed. Feeling weak in the knees, I stumbled and fell. In a frantic panic, I grabbed hold of something and yanked hard. Gasps filled the air. I looked up and stared at SpongeBob SquarePants right in the face. Then came a guy’s voice, hissing through clenched teeth. “Mind letting g
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