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It's the same sense of unease or uncanniness thinking about the Hitchcock Lounge group and Sasha and Shruti "boomeranging" back into the dorms. (Technically, they applied for apartments but Madi went MIA that morning and cut the two out of the deal. I'll tell you, I was ready to throw hands that day. Her blase attitude later in the group chat was insane.) So they're back in the dorms, alongside like 10 other Hitchcock Lounge group people on that same floor. I mean, good for them. They've almost certainly got a better quality-of-life in terms of food and study spaces and yes, of course, socialization. But they've only got 9 months, and less that when you factor in the breaks. So what's actually going to happen to them a year, two years, five years from now? What are their jobs like? What lessons would they have missed by staying in the dorms? You look at me now in Scotts Valley and I'm actually cleaner than my landlady Donna and her son, Paul. That's a gift of my upbringing, but that's also a principle I uphold and refine every day in my immediate surroundings. What principles will they live by? What standard of maturity will they rise to? When I think of maturity, I think of my high school friends — Julie and Aaron and Canni and yes, even Daphne and Alex to some degree. UC Santa Cruz felt like an escape and a fantasy, even down to the geography of it being on the hill. So what happens when you come back home? What happens when you have to make a home for yourself?