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q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

So；　I’m　a　freshman　and　when　I　got　my　housing　assignment　last　August；　I　was　thrilled　to　find　out　I　was　rooming　with　S。　As　in；　the　famous　S。　But　she’s　never　around；　and　when　she　is；　all　she　does　is　read　philosophy　and　have　sappy　convos　on　her　cell　with　her　boyfriend。　Isn’t　she　supposed　to　be　the　dancing…on…tables　life…of…the…party？　What　happened？

—roomie

a：　Dear　Roomie；

It’s　called　acting　far　beyond　her　years；　because　she’s　all　boring　and　married。　Hopefully　she’ll　grow　out　of　it　soon　and　will　start　having　fun　with　the　rest　of　us。　Or　at　least　attempting　to　entertain　us　again。

—GG

sightings

J　piled　in　a　car　with　S　and　D。　Destination：　Providence；　Rhode　Island。　Can’t　believe　she’s　ready　to　tour　colleges！…　B　being　picked　up　at　Logan　Airport　in　Boston　by　her　gay　dad；　H；　his　new　husband；　and　her　adopted　stepbrother　and　sister。　What　a　beautiful；　accepting　family！…　N　at　Grand　Central；　drinking　a　large　coffee　and　glancing　wistfully　at　the　clock　in　the　center　of　the　station。　Headed　somewhere；　or　just　remembering　the　road　not　taken？…　V　walking　her　chow…poodle　mix　around　Williamsburg；　watching　all　the　hipster　couples　holding　hands。　Lonely　much？

college　confidential

For　most　of　us；　the　exhausting　process　of　choosing　a　college　is　in　our　distant　past。　But　for　those　of　you　using　the　holiday　break　to　plan　your　future；　here’s　a　helpful　hint：　College　tours　never　give　an　accurate　representation　of　what　your　experience　will　be　like。　You　may　never　even　set　foot　in　that　fabulous　science　library　or　use　the　multimillion…dollar　athletic　plex。　But　you　do　have　to　make　friends。　My　advice：　Go　on　a　tour　of　your　own　and　see　what—or　who—you　e　across。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

an　almost　missed　connection

“This　is　the　John　Hay　Library；”　Naomi；　Nate’s　tour　guide　at　Brown；　explained；　stopping　in　front　of　a　large　Gothic　building　in　the　chilly　late…December　afternoon。　The　aged　brick　buildings　of　the　Brown　campus　looked　stately　in　the　crisp　winter　air　and　there　was　a　light　dusting　of　snow　on　the　campus　green。　“It　houses　our　collection　of　rare　books。　Most　students　prefer　to　study　at　the　John　D。　Rockefeller　library；　which　we　call　the　Rock；”　Naomi　continued　with　a　smile。　She　was　a　pixieish　junior　with　spiky　short　brown　hair　who　majored　in　feminist　dance；　and　had　proudly　explained　that　Brown　allowed　its　undergrads　to　design　their　own　major。　Back　in　high　school；　Nate　had　thought　designing　a　major　seemed　cool；　but　now　it　seemed　sort　of　dumb。　What　was　feminist　dance；　anyway？

I’m　sure　he　could　get　a　private　lesson。

“They　say　rubbing　the　nose　of　the　John　Hay　statue　brings　good　luck。”　Naomi　rolled　her　eyes　as　if　to　show　how　ridiculous　she　thought　the　tradition　was。　It　didn’t　stop　several　students　from　dipping　away　from　the　group　to　forcefully　rub　the　sculpture；　determined　to　increase　their　chances　of　admission。

Nate　sighed。　He’d　been　at　Deep　Springs　for　the　last　year；　but　the　college　was　only　a　two…year　program。　Afterward；　students　transferred　to　schools　like　Harvard；　Dartmouth；　Yale；　or　Brown；　which　Nate　had　always　heard　was　the　most　flexible　and　mellow　of　all　the　Ivies。　But　no　matter　how　laid…back　Brown　was；　after　living　on　a　farm　with　thirty　dudes；　going　to　an　actual　university　was　going　to　be　a　giant　jolt　to　the　system。

“Let’s　keep　going！　I　can’t　wait　to　show　you　the　science　library！”　Naomi　trilled；　walking　backward。　Nate　tried　not　to　groan。　The　more　he　heard；　the　less　he　felt　like　he　belonged　anywhere。

He　jammed　his　hands　in　the　pockets　of　his　khakis。　It　was　just　a　few　days　after　Christmas；　and　the　Brown　campus　was　practically　deserted。　Nate　looked　around　dazedly；　trying　to　place　himself　here；　but　he　couldn’t。

As　he　approached　the　campus　gates；　he　noticed　a　pretty　girl　in　a　bright　red　coat；　squinting　at　the　campus　map。　She　was　obviously　lost。　Something　about　her　made　Nate　want　to　go　over　and　help　her；　and　he　found　himself　stepping　away　from　the　group。

As　he　got　closer；　he　took　in　the　girl’s　long；　curly　brown　hair　and　milky　white　skin。　It　was　Jennifer　Humphrey；　the　sweet；　big…chested　freshman　he’d　hooked　up　with　senior　year！

Jenny　squinted　up　at　the　map　of　the　Brown　campus。　She’d　e　to　Providence　to　tour　RISD；　where　she’d　applied　back　in　November；　but　Brown　was　right　next　door；　and　she　figured　she　might　as　well　look　around。　If　she　could　ever　find　anything。　It　looked　a　lot　like　Waverly—the　snow…covered　green；　the　oversize　brick　buildings；　the　occasional　preppie…boho　student　who　crossed　her　path—except　bigger。　She　felt　a　tap　on　her　shoulder　and　turned　to　find　herself　looking　up　into　a　familiar　pair　of　glittering　green　eyes。

“Nate？”　she　squeaked；　her　voice　going　up　an　octave。　“I　mean；　Nate；”　she　repeated；　trying　to　sound　like　the　mature　and　collected　eighteen…year…old　she　was。　Or　would　be；　if　she　hadn’t　just　been