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Unable to sleep, Tanzay pops her eyes open, the financial crisis that she's in and the letter from the Dean has her mind racing. She snatches the covers back and gets up. Turning on the room light, she goes to the letter and sits at her laptop. She pulls up her student account to see how much she could possibly owe. But, she couldn't because there seems to be some private hold on her account. 

Her fist pounds the desk, "damn it."  Sitting back in the chair, she brings her knee to her chest. 

Sighing, "Come on now. This is the last thing I need to be happening." SHe logs into her bank account, but before she could examine her account, her phone alarm goes off. "Fuucckk," she jumps up, showers, and gets ready for her 9 am. class. 

In class, Tanzay tries her best to take notes and pay attention to whatever the professor is saying. She squints, I knew I should have brought my glasses. Fuck! Can't see shit. 

Kiyana looks over at Tanzay, "yo? Tanzay?"

Tanzay leers at Kiyana, "What? I'm trying to take notes here."

"Pft," Kiyana scoffs, "Yeah, right. Are you still going to the 'Dean's office'?"

"Duh, I said I would," she rolls her eyes. "Plus, if it is real, I don't want to get in trouble for not going."

Kiyana shakes her head, "I wouldn't go. I'm telling you. Some perverted, old, bald guy is gonna get them cheeks."

Tanzay wanted to bust out laughing but she knew better than to interrupt Mr. Jack's lecture.