This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Gettysburg chapter.
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One of the dining halls on campus is open. You know it serves food. And they say they put their menu online. The menu always says “TBA.”
The college has a radio station. You know several people who work there. You want to listen to it, but it’s just silence.
You always hear about Intramural sports, but you’ve never met someone who went to a game.
The Glatfelter bell chimes the hour. You look at the classroom clock. It’s only the thirty.
The mailbox next to yours has been slowly filling up with mail. It’s still there on the last day of the semester.
Your friend transferred at the end of last semester. His birthday is coming up, so you ask some mutual friends if they want to get a present together. They don’t remember him.