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.We hit the Caf for dinner and headed back to the dorm, running into Andreas on his way back from the meeting.The entertainment center in his room was stocked.Consoles of all flavors were hooked up to a television that was obscenely large, to put it mildly.We threw in a movie and played games until late, then headed back to our room.I brushed my teeth and headed out of the bathroom, Drew taking my place.Max looked up as I entered the room.“Kev, did you check your schedule today?” he asked.I stifled a yawn.“Why? I set it up during orientation.Printed it, even.”He clicked his tongue.“Don’t assume.Last trimester, I had to rearrange my whole schedule the night before classes started because they changed a time.It was a huge pain in the ass.They don’t even e-mail you when that happens.Guess it’s some sort of responsibility thing.Here, check yours before you fall asleep.”“Thanks.” I stifled another yawn and sat at his desk, staring at his laptop.“It's all right, you're still new to the game here.Check the weekly schedule display,” Max said, pointing at the screen after I logged in.“You're taking mostly basic freshman classes, right? Those always have a bunch of sections, so you shouldn't have a problem, even if one got moved.”“Yeah, this looks right.I tried to balance the week out so I wouldn't have too much on any one day.Nothing past three in the afternoon, either.”“I always try to get at least one day a week off,” Max said.“I know one guy who tried to stack all his classes into two days last year.He bragged about it up until that first day, and then he was miserable for the rest of the trimester.Eight hours of class per day? Not fun.”I laughed and started to close the window.“Yeah, that sounds pretty terrible.”“I thought you said you didn't schedule anything after three?” Max asked.“I didn't.Why?”“Scroll down.” He pointed at the screen.I hadn't even noticed until he pointed it out.I scrolled down to reveal a one hour class at four in the afternoon on Wednesday.“What the hell is Comparative Ethics? I didn't sign up for that course.”I heard a thump from behind me and Max swore quietly.I turned to see him rubbing the top of his head.“Comparative Ethics,” he said.“You got into that too?”“You took it too?” I asked.“How'd you get signed up for it?”“No idea, it just showed up.Most of the people in that class said that something funny happened during orientation.Stories like yours.” Max reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.He rolled it in his hand before continuing.“Lots of them said they had headaches afterwards.Everyone thought that the old man made eye contact with them.”“Did you have a headache?” I asked him.“Nope, but I have one right now.” He slapped the loft and grimaced.“What's the class all about?” I asked.“Easy, hard?” If it was a hard course, there was no way in hell I was going to bother going.I'd just drop it.Max stepped out from under the loft and stretched his arms up over his head.“It's easy.There's no real work.They base your grade on how well you get the concepts.It's a lot of thinking.They could call it Applied Ethics, since most of it is practical, for lack of better words.You get situations and talk your way through different ethical considerations and scenarios.”“Doesn't sound too bad,” I said.“How'd you do?”“Failed.I guess my ethics suck.Big surprise, right? There's another class in the fall, but if you fail the first one, you don't go on to the next.I didn't lose any sleep over that.” Max stretched again, then winced.“I'm going to smoke before bed.Back in ten.”I looked over my shoulder as he walked away.As he reached the door, Drew walked in from the bathroom, rubbing his head with a towel.“Not asleep yet?” he asked.“Nope.Just getting a smoke.Kev got a nice little surprise in his schedule, just like I did last year.”“Oh yeah?” Drew loomed behind me.“That class? Max was bitching about it.I don’t get it.”“Me either.But whatever,” I said.“It says it doesn’t count toward your GPA, and one hour a week won’t kill me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]