One Form at Enrollment, and the Advisor Was Finished

The day I registered at college, our advisor handed everyone a form. From our parents' jobs to how we got around to the family's annual income, every last detail had to be filled in. I'm used to keeping a low profile, so under my parents' occupation I wrote driver and housekeeper. The next day, the way my classmates looked at me had changed, and even the campus heartthrob who'd shown interest in me at the start of the semester turned around and started fawning over Michelle Fox.