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I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I mean it was worth it to be studying a subject I liked, after working hard to get the Bennington scholarship. But I feel like I was a little out of my element since I was the only one from a non-rich family attending.

Bennington University was a pretigious school for the wealthy or those acdemically advanced. It was one thing to be called an honor student in highschool and another to be looked at everywhere you go for dressing different.

I was a very self anxious person. I can't cope well when I'm the center of attention. Going to this school was going to push me in more ways out of my comfort zone than I thought.

If only I knew what I was getting myself into for the longhaul.

"Anthony Zeidberg."

I sat down in the waiting room lobby to meet with a counseler, waiting for my name to finally be called out.

Having Z as your last name was rough.

"Andy Zuckmore."

That was me.

I stood up with a tired sigh and approached the door of the counseler. I was about to step inside when I nearly bumped into a guy that was called before me.

"Oh excuse me."

"No problem dude."

I was practically taken aback when I realized this guy had called me a dude. I was a woman and I didn't think my appearance looked too different.

It was a long story.

But I said nothing as he walked past me. I shook my head and walked inside to talk with my counseler.

"Hello. Andy Zuckmore correct?"

"Yes that's correct."

"Here on the Bennington Scholarship?"

"Yes. I was told I was given it shortly after graduating highschool."

"Alright then. Remember there's no need to be nervous I'm here to help you as much as I can. Try to put on a brave face and get through your classes okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. I'll print out your schedule. And you find your dorm on the west side of the school."

Once she handed me the schedule I headed out to the girls dorms trying my best to keep my head up.

By the time I finally found them I was out of breath. The sheer size of this school was insane. I'm gonna need a map to get to my classes.

I opened the door and I stepped into chaos.

The girls inside ran around like a bunch of kids. Some chatted so fast it was impossible to make track of what they were saying. Others were getting pedicures or reading magazines in a circle together.

While I stood there in the doorway not sure if I should head straight to my room or try talking to one of them.

I decided to just to bail to my room but before I could take a few steps one of the girls screamed.

"Aahhhh! One of the boys is in the room!"

As soon as the blonde girl shouted that all heads turned in my direction. Why did everyone think I looked like a guy?

"Eww you creep! Get out of here!"

"Aww he's so cute. Should I ask him for his number?"

"He's kind of short so I dunno."

"What is he doing here? Does he have a girlfriend or a sister or something?"

I heard loud snippets of conversations being directed at me or about me. They weren't even trying to hide the fact that I looked like a boy.

They thought I was one.

But I was unsure of what to say so I just said this. I still have no idea why I did.

"No I'm here to give some books to my sister. She should be upstairs."

As soon as I said those words it was like I just said the cutest thing in the world. Even as I walked past they looked at me like they all wanted me.

I didn't like this attention. But at least no one was staring at me like I was out of league anymore.

I awkwardly headed upstairs until I found the door with the number 7.

I picked this room to be by myself. But I was startled when I saw another bed on the far wall opposite me.

I had a roomate. Who was it though?

"Coming through."

I moved aside from where I was standing in the doorway because of a voice behind me. I turned to see a girl with wavy blonde hair carrying boxes in her arms.

"Oh sorry. I must have picked the wrong room."

"Does your schedule say room 7?"

"Umm..."

I pulled out the paper schedule from my bag to see it clearly read dorm room 7.

"Yes it does."

"Then you must be Andy. Nice to meet you I'm Claire Neuror."

She said as she put her stuff down and held out her hand for me to shake.

"Oh nice to meet you. I'm Andy Zuckmore."

I shook her hand only to be pulled closer and have her stare at me like she was examining me.

"Yup I knew it. You're a girl aren't you?"

"Uhh...ugh! Finally someone can tell. Everybody's been calling me a boy today. I really don't understand why."

"It's your hair hun. It's making you look more like a guy."

"Really it does?"

I said as I walked away to the mirror and stared at my reflection. Wow I must have been tired this morning because my hair is a disaster.

Earlier today I had fallen down on my way to school and a piece of gum had gotten stuck on my hair so I cut it super short. And on my way in the school I spilled my coffee on my shirt so I went into a dressing room and changed.

And now I'm looking at myself my messy flop on my head and my appearance and I really did look like a boy.

My black long hair was now scraggly and the button up shirt I borrowed from the dressing room made me look like a guy. And the fact that I lacked a feminine chest, my chest being flat, and my waistline was more narrow than other girls.

My face was really the only thing that made me look like a girl at this point.

"Wow what happened to your hair? Looks like a storm blew past and messed it up."

"I fell down earlier and got some gum stuck in my hair, so I cut it."

"Talk about bad luck. And every girl you saw thinks you're a guy. While I thought you walked too shyly to be a guy. Turned out I was right. The girls downstairs are idiots."

"What should I do about it?"

"You could go up to them and tell them you're a girl. But I doubt they believe you since they don't know their elbow from their knee. So all I could say is you could pretend to be a guy as a prank until they figure it out. A simple way to make them feel humiliated for having smooth brains."

"But I'll be humiliated too. That won't solve much of anything for me."

"Honestly they kind of deserve it since mistaking a girl for a guy is basically saying she's too ugly to be a girl. An unintended insult calls for some payback sometimes."

"Well I guess."

"But anyways enough about those dumbutts downstairs. Let's just get settled in already."

I silently complied and put away my clothes and textbooks onto my desk.

"Ahhh Hi Anthony!!!"

"What are they screaming about now?"

Claire said as she annoyingly headed back downstairs.

She was gone for about 10 seconds before she ran upstairs.

"Wow! Oh my god that guy is so hot."

"Who?"

"Anthony. I should go ask him for his number."

"Wait Anthony?"

"Yeah. Why do you know him?"

I had a short flashback of back the principal's office. The guy that called me a 'dude' as he had headed out was now downstairs.

I stepped down to make sure it wasn't him and sure enough I recognized him.

"Isn't he dreamy?"

I flinched slightly as Claire spoke right behind me.

"Not really my type."

I glared at him a bit from where I was standing on the doorstep. I only headed back to my room when I saw he was about to look at me.

Claire followed after me and closed the door right behind her.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just remember Anthony bumping into him earlier and he called me a dude."

"Like as an insult?"

"No just like he was talking to a friend or something."

"Oh well I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"Well I guess not. I'm just not used to be called a 'guy' I guess."

"All I can say is things will get easier. Everything that's meant to happen will make your life a bit better."

"Yeah. I'm gonna study for a bit and then head to bed."

"Well okay."

I sat on my desk in silence and poured through the first few chapters of my textbook before dozing off on my desk.