Ascending slowly from the fourth floor of the library, Shane Lurenas felt the tinge of his atrophied legs, calloused writing hand, and light-sensitive pale skin. “I’ve missed so much,” he whispered to himself, noticing students on hoverboards and wearing cordless headphones. Really the only thing that had not changed, Lurenas noted, was the fact that all the buildings were still named after white men. “I’ve just got to grind out this lab report and I’ll be free for the weekend,” he said, apparently not aware of the 12 more years of indentured servitude yet to come. –Andrew Coats & Ford Carson
Pre-med student unaware campus geography has changed since he last entered library
