Over e-mail, we can be anyone we want, even our best friend
This entirely true story starts out funny then ends up tragic. It's like a class where you go to the first lecture and laugh at the professor showing slides of some famous scientific calamity (a volcano spurting magma on villagers with Loony Toons T-shirts) or the Grand Canyon (the professor's family vacation). Then after missing most of the lectures, you take the final, and you fail (which in Princeton means you get a B, "ruining" your GPA). Now the story.Last year, two chaps, whose roommate, Bob, spent fall semester in Spain, lived across the hall from me.




