I rest my skull against the cool chrome wall of the elevator and count the seconds it takes to get back upstairs. It feels like I have been gone for days, not an hour and a half. I want to go back to bed and lie down and sleep. My head aches, and the last hour was hell on earth as new students pushed and chatted incessantly in the crowded hall. My feet are killing me, and my clothes stink of the crappy perfume that Christian was walking around spraying at everyone to make them give him ...