How To Get Good Grades Without Really Trying
Boy, oh boy, making money around this place is tough! I’ll be old, grey, and unattractive by the time I’ve saved up enough money to move out of this stinky old dorm! It isn’t fair, it really isn’t! I’ve tried tutoring the other students (the girls wouldn’t pay me, and the boys kept staring at my you-know-whats), working in the cafetaria was too damn hard, and I was about ready to cry, or scream, or both, when I remembered the easel. I went to it quicker than the boys could wolf-whistle, and I found myself picking up a brush and paint, and hoping my head off that I had the same artistic talent as my mother.
My paintings don’t sell for very much at the moment, but at least it’s a start, right? I really can’t wait to get my own place, so I can start ensaring my vic… I mean, meeting new people!
I was also able to put part of my pet theory to the test:
I haven’t had to do any assignments, or any research projects since I’ve been here! Which proves that if you butter up your Professors, college is a breeze! When I have my own place, I’ll be able to take my theory to the next step, I mean, if talking to my Professors on the phone gets me good grades, sleeping with them should get me an automatic pass! It’s not like that would be any hardship for me, that’s how I got through my last year of high school!
Call me shallow, or cunning, or any other nasty name you want to, but I don’t see any harm in using my charms to get what I want, and I get to have some fun along the way. What’s wrong with that?
(I can think of a very nasty term that fits this girl to a tee!)
