Mystery of the Missing Dormmates
My roommates booked a New Year's Eve light show table—five hundred per person—and started urging me in the group chat to transfer the money.
I quietly sent a screenshot of my account balance. "You guys go ahead," I wrote. "I haven't even scraped together my tuition yet."
They replied with a string of mocking "haha"s. Our dorm leader, Giselle Murdoch, even posted on her social media with the caption: [The first step to crossing class boundaries is distancing yourself from people who kill the mood.]
Just after midnight, they sent me a photo from the light show and said, "Too bad you're not here."
I frowned, confused, when my counselor's call cut in—her voice tight with urgency.
"Did you invite your roommates to the light show? The organizers said they never even checked in! They're missing!"