Hello, Nick!
Good afternoon!
My name is Nicholas David Ryan, the only son of Richard and Melinda Ryan. My father has sent me here to Dollar University because he thinks it will be a good place for me to find a respectable wife. When your father owns one of the largest shipping companies in the world, that sort of thing is important, and so is producing a son to carry on the family name. As for me, I want someone I can spend the rest of my life with. My father understands that, which is why he’s breaking family traditions by letting me pick my own wife, instead of picking one for me from a line of eligible heiresses. I don’t want any of those, I want someone down-to-earth, a marriage based on love, rather than money or convenience. As well as that, I am expected to get good grades, which will enable me to get a good job once I leave. I will, of course, be inheriting Father’s company, but he believes that we all must follow our own paths through life before the convenience of being born to wealthy parents taints us. Also, he wants me to have a little fun while I’m at college, even if it doesn’t seem to be anything more than an overgrown Summer Camp for the offspring of the wealthy. Every one of us here is heir, or heiress, to some kind of business, or large fortune, but that doesn’t mean we are all spoilt brats. Some of us are, of course, but they seem to be the minority around here.
Most of the people in my dorm are of the down-to-earth variety, which is very good, and I get on well with Weldon (heir to a banking empire), Kendal (heiress to a railroad fortune), and Gerald (his father is an eminent biochemist). There is another young lady here too, but I am unsure of her name. She doesn’t seem to mix with us at all, whether from shyness or snobbery, I do not know.
Now, if you’ll kindly excuse me, I must get an early night because I have an exam tomorrow morning.
(Well, there’s Mr Family Sim underway. I was gonna ask my dad to get me Pets for my 24th, but when I was talking to him on the phone the other day, he reckoned he was broke. Ah, well, I guess I’ll have to wait until Christmas.)
