It’s endearing how college kids abbreviate everything. “How’s that prof?” “Meet you in the caf.” “Skirt skirt.” I lived on “Lup 7” in college. There were 16 of us crammed like sardines in cinderblock cans at the end of the hall. Two to a room. One Thursday, I left Tin Roof early. I had an early 10am class the next day! I got back to our floor, microwaved some Bagel Bites, put headphones on, and climbed into my lofted bed.