Room 421, Friday Night

[mathletenomore]

Lindsay had an odd day. It started out pretty good when she was offered the TA gig in Pop Culture. That was pretty cool. It got weird though when she got her first voice message of the day. She had no idea at all what that was about, but she returned the message anyway, hoping that misunderstanding was cleared up. The second message she got was equally odd and also angry. No way she was letting that go. The third one was at least from someone she knew. Otherwise, her reply might not have been as polite as it was.

These had to be the most bizarre and random phone calls she'd ever gotten in one day. That was probably because voicemail technology didn't exist yet back home.

Now she was in her bed listening to her mp3 player, hoping she would drift off to sleep soon.

[establishy linkdrop]