But I kept all that to myself and just smiled at my classmate.
“I was out early this morning, so I’m not sure what happened.”
It seemed like she wanted to ask more, but the bell rang just then, and the professor walked in.
“Alright, quiet down, everyone! What’s with all the noise?”
Our professor was old-school and strict. Even though this was just a general ed class, he was notorious for cracking down on things like lateness and skipping. His attendance policy was no joke.
Late once? You’d lose five points. Miss a class? Say goodbye to all your participation points. No one dared to mess around in his class.
Attendance was going smoothly until it got to the first-year law students. Suddenly, the room went dead silent.
The professor frowned, clearly annoyed. “What’s the holdup? Every other class is done with roll call. What’s going on with your department?”
Someone finally raised a hand, looking nervous. “Professor, she’s not here today.”
The student they were talking about was Julia, of course. She was probably back at the dorm, packing for her little runaway trip with Howard.