#Statement: Two days after my parents dropped me off for my freshman year, I left my Bursley dorm room and walked up the hill to the North Campus Recreational Building. I fumbled my Mcard trying to swipe in and then nervously turned towards the glass doors of the basketball courts. Two games of pickup basketball were being played in tandem, with players cheering as someone hit a deep three. I sat down on a bench to change my shoes and scout the competition. Two full-court games. Twenty people. Not one other girl. It was almost enough to make me walk out of the basketball courts and head upstairs to the treadmills acting confused, like I’d taken a wrong turn. But one of the guys on the court closest to where I was sitting recognized me. “Lucy!” he said, jogging over to me after the game finished. “What’s up?” We lived in the same hall, and had introduced ourselves to each other the day before. “Wait, are you trying to play?” I looked down at my basketball shorts, shoes and ratty ...