"How was your freshman year?" I asked, remembering my own. I had my fair share of wild parties in my first year of college, enough of them to sleep in...late and miss class and then get lectured about it. In fact, my entire college career was like that. It was always surprising that I never got kicked out, but I'm pretty sure they only kept me because of my family's wealth, which I guess wasn't that surprising after all. I even had a few girlfriends in college and they never failed to please me.. I get another elbow to the ribs."Of course you can't fire her," Val says. "Not for a PowerPoint presentation. She's a wedding planner." A reception planner." Kendra corrects her none too gently."Sorry," Val says softly.Val and I leave shortly after ten o'clock, and she once again offers me the couch. Because it's once again too late to go out looking for a motel, I accept.The next morning, a Sunday, we spend in companionable silence, broken only by the occasional squabbling over sections of the. The two ladies directly across from me were similar in almost every respect except for maturity. I got the distinct impression they were doing their best to present as sisters despite every indication that they were mother and daughter traveling without the impediment of manly control. It was a contradiction of sorts that was more suited to a less civilized environment like roughing it on the frontier than sheltered presence in the confines of modern society. It was a truism of sorts that. He looked around for the office so he could complete his registration. Several students were there already trying to complete their own registration too. Stacey walked over a joined the shortest of the 2 lines. As he waited his turn, the girl in front of him turned to him and asked, “New here?”Startled that someone, let alone a girl, was talking to him, Stacey pushed his hair behind his ear.“Yeah, transfer.”“That’s cool. I’m Kimberly by the way.”Stacey blushed, wondering why this girl was.