Damian’s Point of View
Now that I’d actually gotten to know Carolyn and started enjoying how hard she worked for our team, I was almost ashamed to admit the real reason I had pushed so hard for her to go out for this job. It was so long ago now, I’d almost forgotten that it was Carolyn’s photographic memory that had first caught my attention. The first time I really met Carolyn, was long before the first day of classes. It was during the spring orientation, when high school students were ushered through campus tours and aided in picking their classes for the term. She walked amongst her group with her head hidden in a book, paying no attention to anyone other than the tour guide. Almost every question he asked the group, even ones about random campus facts, her hand shot up in the air and
