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I look at my statistics book, then at the event ideas in my notebook.

“Fine.”

Because apparently I can schedule girls’ night all I want.

Everybody still ends up at Hawthorne.

Chapter 4

ROWAN

Sport Leadership and Administration meets at nine on Fridays in a room with tables instead of desks, which means everybody can see everybody else’s laptop and there’s nowhere to hide when Professor Novak starts walking around.

He stops at the end of my table twenty minutes into class.

“Laurens.”

I look up. “Yeah.”

“Span of control. Camden’s athletic department. Who reports directly to the AD?”

“Four senior associates. Compliance and the business office technically go straight to him too, so six.”

“Too many?”

I think about the eleven weeks I spent in the facilities office last summer watching six people try to get decisions through one man. “Depends whether he wants to know things or make things happen.”

Novak looks at me for a second. “That’s the distinction.”

Then he keeps walking.

I go back to my notes.

I like this class. I like most of the classes in this degree, actually.

That would probably be more useful if liking the work automatically told me what I wanted to do with it.

By the end of Capstone two hours later, Professor Kwan wants three job positions I could realistically see myself taking after graduation and one informational interview with somebody already doing one of them scheduled before February.

It should be easy. I have a degree coming in May, a 3.6 GPA, four years inside a Division I athletic department, eleven weeks of facilities experience, and a former supervisor who would answer the phone if I called him.

I am, according to Professor Kwan, “extremely employable.”

Which is apparently different from knowing what the fuck I want to do.

I shut my laptop when she dismisses us but stay in my chair while the room clears around me. Marcus is still talking about Grand Rapids. He interned with their organization last summer and thinks there’s an offer coming after graduation. Two people behind me are comparing apartments in Charlotte. Somebody near the door has already accepted a job in Nashville.

Everybody has a sentence.

I’m going to Grand Rapids.

I’m applying in Charlotte.

I start in June.

Mine is: I might stay.

I already said that one out loud at Hawthorne.