Chapter 9

He hoped he hadn’t lost it for good. That thing was expensive! Not to mention all his damn schoolwork was on it. He didn’t carry anything to class but his phone and his Mac, if he could help it. The first week of classes, he added all the deadlines for projects to his calendar, then snapped photos of his syllabuses—syllabi? Was that the right term? The schedules his professors had handed out, whatever they were called, were all in his iPhone. His papers were saved in the cloud so he could work on them on his computer or on his phone, whichever he felt like using at the moment. All his music was on there, too, and his emails, and hundreds of photos he’d taken on campus or in the clubs…