Reeva

“Reeva, you have to take some actual clothes, you know.”

I look up at my best friend, Elaine, my hand stopping mid-air as it holds the massive tome on the influence of second-century Dark Forest architecture on world literature that I’m about to pack in my suitcase.

She shakes her head hopelessly. “Your suitcase is full of books. I don’t think you’re going to want to run around the Green Mountain University campus naked. Though… it might be a good idea. I hear the guys there are hot!”

“I’m not going for hot guys. I’m going for my degree.”

“You have a degree,” she argues. “Two of them, to...