There is Din Djarin

and there is Boba Fett

and there is Jango Fett

showing his face casually

or under threat and not making a fuss about that

every bug, every vacuum tube failure, every late night card shuffle contributed to the foundation of computer science

...by not looking where I was going.

So I was just going to the basement of my dorm, where the printer is, to get some slides I’d printed out. I was coming up the stairs (as I have done for the last six months I’ve lived here), went through the fire door on the landing, and went straight to the second door on the right, where my roommate and I live. 

I opened the door and it was dark, which was strange because she was up two minutes earlier when I went down to get my printout, so I looked down the hall quickly to see if it I had opened the right door (yep, second on the left). I looked back at the door... and there was a poster of the guys swim team. 

((Now is a nice time to interlude that my roommate and I have a whiteboard on our door, as well as a poster and our names and junk))

Needless to say, this was clearly not our door. 

Dread rising in me, I looked at the room number. A whole hundred higher than our own room number. It was the third floor, not the second floor. It was the guy’s floor, not the girl’s floor. The guys in the room were sleeping. I had just opened the door to their room while they were in it.