I find English Composition easy enough. It’s a big class in a room with long rows of seats, many of which are already taken.

I take a spot in the middle trying not to appear too eager or too much like a slacker. I don’t mind English, but I’m not a fan of being called on in class either.

After English I have algebra and I’m not quite as confident about where the building for it is located. The Valley campus is pretty big, and the number of people walking around makes it hard to get my bearings. I slip my thumbs around the straps of my backpack and fall into the crowd of students, hoping I look like I fit in and don’t have FRESHMAN stamped on my forehead.

I’m backtracking to find Moreno Hall when my front pocket vibrates. I pull out my phone and move off the sidewalk onto the grass, so I don’t get trampled.

Adam: Get lost yet?

I glance up at the building that is most definitely not Moreno Hall.

Me: Of course not, but say I was looking for Moreno Hall…

Adam: Hang a left just past the engineering building, it’s on the corner—big fancy-ass looking building, can’t miss it.

A minute later he follows up.

Adam: Find it?

Me: I would have found it on my own eventually.

Adam: I’m sure.

Hurriedly, I pocket my phone and head to Moreno Hall.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but even more excited about the semester. All of my classes seemed okay, I met a few girls on our hall, and Ava and I spent the late afternoon walking around campus and soaking in all the first-day excitement.

I don’t even think about Bryan until we get back to the dorm and I’m lying on my bed listening to Ava and Trent share first-day stories. I consider texting him for all of a millisecond. I don’t hate him. Maybe I should. It’d probably be easier to get over him that way, but despite the awful way he ended things, I don’t totally blame him for taking a great opportunity. And I’m working on not blaming him for not even wanting to try to make it work. Of course, I don’t text him. Mostly because I don’t think I can handle hearing how awesome everything is on his end. Not when the most notable part of my day was watching a table of jocks devour food like they hadn’t eaten in months.