“I made a few friends right away. My professors were brilliant and intimidating, and I was too shy to open my mouth in class. The campus was green and misty with rain. I couldn’t believe my luck at finally being at Reed. I placed into third-year French classes and started writing papers, giving oral reports, and having class discussions in French. I got into the Collegium Musicum, a small medieval and Renaissance chorus, and joined the school chamber orchestra, playing the viola now, which I had... switched to for its deeper, richer tone. I started sleeping with a guy named Bill who was nice enough, not too interesting or exciting, but generous and experienced and frankly adoring. Sex was fun, I was discovering. I was glad I’d waited, but now I felt like making up for lost time. My first semester at Reed, I ate all my meals in Commons, the school cafeteria. I watched in fascination as my fellow freshmen, most of whom were two years younger than I was, piled their plates at breakfast with sausage, French toast, pancakes, and fried eggs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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