"Oh, thank God it's you!" Mary hadn't changed much since I met her when I started college. She was my first college mentor, but now she was my RA. She was usually short with me because she thought I came up with too many excuses when I was caught following my past humiliations.
"What is it?"
"Alicia! She told me you sent her to have me sign forms, but she disappeared and isn't letting me sign." The words came tumbling from my mouth in one quick breath. "She told me the forms are mandatory for participation on the Living History onsite review, and if I don't sign the form I won't be able to pass my class this semester . . ."
By this point, Mary had reached me at the door to her room. She raised her hand and cut me off. "I can honestly tell you that I don't know what you're talking about. Alicia isn't working tonight. She said she had a special project to take care of and I gave her the night off."
I frowned at that revelation. Alicia had come to my dorm and tried to get me to sign something. If Mary didn't send her, what could it have been?
Mary continued by asking a question. "Which onsite review did you register for?"
"Pagan traditions," I answered.
"Well there is a form for that field trip, but it's hardly mandatory," Mary scoffed. "The thing about Pagan traditions is that some variants of Paganism perform some or all of their traditions in the nude."
My eyes widen. "Nude?" I didn't know about this when I registered.
"Yes, nude. The form is a waiver. Those that sign are expected to participate in all of the activities during the week exactly as the Pagans would. You could call it a nudity consent form, I guess."
I stare at Mary. Students actually filed the waiver to participate in the traditions nude? "Why would anybody sign that?"
"That isn't any of my business." Mary opened the door to her room and disappeared inside. When she came back, she had the form in her hand. "Here. Take it. Sign it, don't sign it, it's not my problem. You can turn it in until you sign the ledger when you arrive."
I take the form with trembling hands.
"Now get out of here. I need my beauty sleep!" Mary closed the door.
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