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"Well?" Nicolo said at last. "What's going on? You can't be involved in this, if it's even happening. You haven't had any grades yet."
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1st paragraph was shared for Teaser Tuesday.
This is the beginning of chapter 8.
Nicolo arrived ten minutes early for his first psychology class. The availability of university courses in the distant northern suburb where Nicolo's family lived was a phenomenon of recent years. Over the past decade, in a bid for new sources of revenue, although not without misgivings, the city universities had begun to cast off some of their former aura of exclusivity and to engage in experiments at delivering "modules" of learning, like educational spores, beyond the borders of their historic campuses, first in carefully selected downtown locations, and then, confronted with growing competition from community colleges and institutions, many of which were offering all kinds of alternatives to students--courses by correspondence, classes on the Internet, movable classrooms in portable trailers--in parts of the city that some university faculty had never visited, except, perhaps, when the drove along one of the highways on their way to their northern cottages. Nicolo walked over from his parents' house, allowing himself extra time in case he was waylaid by a neighbor and also in order to see whether the pleasure of walking to school was recoverable after a gap of several years--it was, but with some self-consciousness. He felt overgrown and not entirely sure of himself, returning as an adult to a formal classroom with its neat rows of desks. He was carrying his textbook and a new silver-grey laptop, which was thinner and lighter than the textbook, in a spots bag slung over his shoulder.
Yes, that is one paragraph... omg.
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