-Christopher Poindexter Seth I DOUBLE CHECKED that my apartment was locked up tight then raced out to my car, threw my overnight bag in the trunk, and jumped in the driver’s seat. Already leaving over an hour later than I’d planned, I zigzagged my way around the side streets surrounding Northwestern University, streets that had become my stomping ground for the previous three-and-a-half years while earning my undergraduate degree, and onto the interstate that led directly to Ann Arbor, Michigan. Destination: Colin. Once I reached the wide-open highway after passing through the heart of Chicago during the morning rush hour, I picked up my phone and shot him a text, knowing he was still in class. Thankfully, my schedule that last semester of school was set up to where I didn’t have any classes on Friday, but my rowing team had practice from 6 to 8 every morning, and as team captain, I tried my best not to miss unless it couldn’t be avoided. Me: On my way, practice ran a little long.
