An important life decision.
In the entrance to the MIT library on the final day of Campus Preview Weekend stands a rat. A brass rat, dropped by some unfortunate alumnus who was probably wondering where the brass rat went. So Jordan had an idea, picking up the rat and heading for the stairs to the tunnels. “What if you get lost?” he thought, “and miss your flight to Palo Alto?” Or rather, he wished he’d thought of that before dropping down into a low tunnel, pipes running the length of the ceiling. So he crept, looking for that alumnus.
At the first trapdoor, he climbed out into the soccer field. The ball zipped past him, followed by a swarm of tree colored jerseys cheering them on, people shouting “Jordan!” And so the ball landed at his feet. Soccer. He thought, as he dashed forward to join the formation. How did they know he was on the team? How did he know he was on the team?
But there was no time to think, so he passed, forgot about the ball, and turned around into a lush, green forest edge. Spring grass, thick and green. Perfectly trimmed. Crickets chirping under the cool New Jersey evening air. “What do you think?” a voice asked. Jordan looked up, his classmates all staring at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
“There you are, back with us, Jordan?” Jordan opened his eyes, wondering why he hadn’t done his Plato reading. “I believe you found my brass rat?”
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