Thursday morning started with chaos.
Luca stood at the library's printing station, watching page after page of his old notes spit out.
Marketing fundamentals, consumer behavior analysis, strategic planning frameworks—four years of learning condensed into organized chaos.
"How many copies are you making?" the student worker asked, looking concerned.
"Ten sets. Is that too much?"
"That's three hundred pages."
"I have ten freshmen in my group."
"That's... actually really nice."
Emily appeared beside him with her own stack. "Please tell me you're not printing your entire academic career."
"Just the useful stuff."
"There's useful stuff?"
"Some of it." Luca checked the printer queue. "Twenty minutes left. You?"
"Fifteen. George is printing at the other station." She leaned against the counter. "This is ridiculous. We're being way too nice."
"They're terrified freshmen. We were terrified freshmen."
"We were disasters."
"Exactly. So we help them be slightly less disastrous."
