eleanor

Class. Work. Repeat. That's what she lived for. There was a surprising deficit in drama compared to what Eleanor was used to and had expected. Michelle hated working and gave her hours all the time at the Pit (the campus pub). Her classes were both boring and scintillating at the same time. While she liked the anonymity of sitting in the back of a freshman lecture, she found the content interesting and listened to lectures she tape dover and over. Eleanor didn't speak to her aunt and uncle, and kind of like it that way. Her coworkers listened to pop music that she would have once made fun of. Touched for the very first tiiiiiiiiiiiime by Madonna. But she liked it. She let herself free in it.

park

Alex was a great roommate, but Park connected more with his friends from his classes. Once a week they all got together at the Pit (the campus pub). Tuesday night was karaoke night, and Park was not shy. After he found out how easygoing Alex was, he even began to apply his eyeliner with his thumb again. As one of the only part-Asian members of their group, pretty much anything went without question. When Park took a deep breath, for the first time in a long time his lungs filled freely and without guilt or restraint. New beginnngs, he thought to himself.