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CHAPTER 11
ОглавлениеMiguel had just gotten back to the apartment after his first day of classes. Everything had gone just as he had planned. Now that he knew what to expect, tomorrow should be less stressful. The classes should be relatively easy for him, but the difficult part would be to remain an invisible fixture in the classroom and therefore unrecognizable by the other students. His father had decided that although he should be cautious at school with his identity, he should interact with the professors casually but only as necessary. Miguel agreed that would be the most comfortable situation for him, as long as he remained vigilant. His identity had been masked by his Hispanic name, and that provided him some semblance of cover in itself.
He made himself a meal, and ate with his class notes on the table surrounding his food. Once he cleaned up his dishes, he filled the coffee pot enjoying the strong aroma as it brewed. As he sipped the coffee, he studied.
This would become a pattern for Miguel as the semester continued - classes during the days and studying in the evenings. Weekends became his time to look forward to, so that he could clear his mind for the following week of studying. He would spend time with Ann and Carole and occasionally some other women that he would meet outside of the University. He was always careful not to leave any school materials visible when the women were visiting. He never told the women that he was a student at the University, and he never planned to.
He would email his father as was required, never forgetting to inform his father of how well he was performing in his classes. He strived to be best, but was always in fear that because of his excellence he would stand out in the classroom. For the most part that wasn’t really a concern. Most grades were received through the University internet. Essays and papers were left in several outboxes near the doors of each classroom with corrections and suggestions marked, although the grades were reserved for the internet.