By the sixth week of term, the soft season had to share space with pressure season, and the two did not cancel each other.They layered.Mornings began before the lodge fully woke. I washed in cold water, braided my hair tight, and checked my calendar the way some people checked weather: two office systems, three courses with overlapping deadlines, two sales windows, one relationship I refused to starve, and a nervous system still occasionally startled by loud male laughter in corridors. None of this was tragedy. All of it together required engineering.Bertha watched me lace my shoes and said, “You are running a small nation.”“I am running a timetable.”“Same thing, but with less national anthem.” She tossed me a piece of bread. “Eat before your nation collapses.”Sarel, already surrounded by annotated readings, added, “If you die of ambition, I will be angry. Anger is inefficient. Do not make me inefficient.”“I will try to survive efficiently,” I said, and left before they could r
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