Freshman from my class.

A (jock-y) (white) (female) freshman who’s originally from Southern California and who I taught last term was swiping cards when people left the gym, and she bubbled up when she saw me, and was like, “[my name]!”

Then, she started telling me how class was going, and how they were reading this short story writer Veronica Woolf and people liked her, but she found her hard.

“You heard of her?”, she was like.

”Do you mean ‘Virginia Woolf’?”, I was like.

”Oh yeah, that’s it,” she was like.