The Freshman 15
Make sure to press Start Game! You fumble with the lock, opening up a dorm-room that’s only halfway unpacked. Your two suitcases still sit open, their contents strewn across the ground, and you sigh as you prop open the door, and begin to fold a pile of t-shirts. If only I had ordered the steak instead of that crab, you think to yourself, placing a neat pile of shirts into your drawer, then maybe I wouldn’t have been stuck in that hospital for two damn weeks. The day before you were due to...