College LessonsGabi Lorino
Within the Cal State University Northridge dorms, at the cafeteria, a rowdy bunch of guys saw me and my new friends from the all-female dorm and waved us over. My roommate Norma looked at me, smiled, shrugged, then walked over to their table; the rest of us followed.
We were new to the school. Freshmen. “Fresh meat,” they called us. It wasn’t so bad, really. We just had a lot to learn in a little bit of time. Including who was who.
I scanned the guys’ faces after sitting down with my tray, which I’d filled with salad from the bar, a veggie burger, a plastic tumbler full of Dr. Pepper, and two servings of crisp French fries. Fellow students, as well as Seventeen magazine, had warned me about gaining the Freshman Fifteen, but I wasn’t worried about that because
