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Wednesday, August 28 was our last first day of school at the University of Northwestern, in Saint Paul. The very first class of the day started at 7:50 AM, and we found ourselves each sitting next to a mutual friend - who just so happened to be the same mutual friend. In the back row of Income Taxation in the seat closest to the door sat Devon, and two seats over sat Taylor. Throughout the next two months, Devon would constantly think to himself, "how on earth is she getting such high scores when she plays solitaire throughout the entire class?" while Taylor thought to herself, "Wow, he's super hot" (probably).
After quickly realizing she was much better at accounting than he was, Devon quickly got Taylor's phone number to hopefully gain some semblance of understanding GAAP (is GAAP even used in taxes? Devon will never know). Many iMessage games and an epic fulfillment of a classic romantic trope later, we decided to ring in the next step of our relationship with Coach Herb Brooks.