Because Dana was commuting to school,and the ride could sometimes be an hour away if the trains were running late,she only took classes two days a week.She still worked at the bookstore,though she cut her hours back to accommodate her studying.But some semesters the classes she needed for her program weren’t offered on the days she’d be on campus,so she had to wait a semester or two until she could take them.Her idea of graduating in two years evaporated quickly.
“You were right,”she complained to Bethany on more than one occasion.“Grad school is nothinglike undergraduate.At the rate I’m going,I won’t get my master’s until I’m forty!”
“Oh,hush,”Bethany said.“You haven’t even hit thirty yet.”
Dana squinted at her in disbelief.“Hello?It’s right around the corner.Newsflash,babe—we’re getting old.”
Laughing,Bethany asked,“Didn’t you hear?Thirty is the new twenty.”
“Where’d you hear that mess?”Dana wanted to know.“What’s twenty,then?Then new ten?”