Brigham Young University
I completely understood that Paige was just motivated by concern for her friend's welfare. But I felt like Rex's instinctive live-and-let-live attitude more closely matched my own inclinations. I figured that when I saw Paige on Thursday I'd just tell her about the date and then later deal with the religion question if and when it came up. Hopefully she would still be willing to be friends with me just as she had maintained her friendship with Rex.
When I felt that I was sufficiently calmed down off my happy cloud, I went back into the dormitory and headed for April's room. As she let me in, I noticed that by coincidence she had out all of her brochures and apparently had been going through them herself.
"Hi April," I said, "I was wondering if I could look over some of that material you sent away for."
"Of course, be my guest. I was just looking over them myself."
I picked one up at random. It was MIT. It looked nice, but I imagined I wouldn't get in.
"So you're really thinking of transferring?" she asked.
"I'm not just thinking about it," I said, "I've decided. I have to leave too. It's not about you, it's not about Janie, it's about me. I just don't belong here, no matter what I dreamed as a kid."
"I agree," she said.
I ran my fingers through the short hairs on the left side of my head, and started going through the pile more systematically. I started with the University of Minnesota and the University of Wisconsin. Both were good schools where we would have in-state tuition (because of an agreement between Minnesota and Wisconsin). They also had the advantage and disadvantage of being not too far from Mom and Dad.
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