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offered no clues. I was in a sea of white people with only a few black specs here and there and no one offered help.
    “Can someone assist?”
    “Causation!” The big hand that handed me my book almost screamed the word.
    “Bingo! Thank you Mister…” the professor looked down at a sheet of paper that had our id’s and names on it. “Mr. McGwire. ”
    “You may return to your seat now.” He dismissed me like some kind of trash.
    “Hey three out of four isn’t bad.” The McGwire character was smiling from ear to ear now with a smug, ‘I shitted on you on the first day smile. ’ I hated being wrong and here I was on the first day forgetting simple terms right in the middle of class.
    “It is if you are a winner like me.” I shot back at the white guy. He had on a t-shirt that showed every damn muscle; one of those muscular guys that looked so toned that he damn near didn’t fit in his seat.
    “Thank you Ms. Morris.”
    My hair slicked back in a ponytail and a highlighter tucked behind my ear, I probably looked like some kind of geek but I made my way back up to my seat. This is the life I chose, studying around nerds and douchebags that would be our future lawyers and prosecutors and would eventually be senators, representatives, and policy makers.
    The professor cleared his throat, glaring over the class as if I had disturbed him so badly that he couldn’t go on. To me it wasn’t that big of a deal but whatever.
    “Well, now that we have gotten over the commotion.” Every one eyed me but I didn’t care. It was an honest mistake and the first thing I was going to do when I left here would be to block Joe’s number.
    “Throughout the semester you will need to rely on your fellow classmates. So in the last few minutes we have left, I want you to pick a partner.” Before he could get his full sentence out, people were touching hands and shuffling off to sit next to their partner. I wasn’t prepared for this. I knew no one at this school. “This person will be your study buddy for the rest of the semester.” This was the part I hated about undergrad, picking partners. I thought that it would be over in law school but P1’s went through the same thing as high school freshmen.
    As people scrambled around the auditorium picking partners, I realized that I didn’t move fast enough. Maybe it was the huge Tort Law book that was holding me down but by the time I got up and looked around everyone was partnered up.
    “Who doesn’t have a partner?” I dreaded things like this. Putting my hand up, I looked around the sea of people.
    “Ms. Morris.” the professor pointed to me. “There is one person here in the front.” I grabbed my things, the huge bag stuffed with books and my arms also filled with a huge text and a notebook. I prayed that it wasn’t buff bagwell that sat in the front row and handed me my book, but as I made my way back down the steps, sure enough it was.
    “Me again.” I smiled at him trying to be nice. If I was going to be stuck with this asshole I might as well make the most of it.
    “Yeah...no one wants to be stuck with the class disturber.” He smiled but I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or laugh. He laughed but I stuck with keeping a straight face.
    “Hey I’m Brian.” He put out his hand for me to shake, a big hand leading up to even bigger python arms. “We meet again.”
    “Alicia.” We shook hands as I settled in next to him.
    “Okay now that you have your partner, take their number, email, address, blood type, social security number,” the room laughed. “Either way, know that this person is your life line. Form study groups and know as a 1L that this is going to be the most difficult year of your law life.”
    I was stuck on his words, and then I looked at the PowerPoint projected in the front of the room outlining ten chapters that we needed to read and some articles he wanted our opinions on.
    I felt it. The attack was coming.
    Breathe Deep Alicia...Deep