The Trouble With Mascots
I swear I never thought I could hate anyone as thoroughly as I hate Dorian Whateverhisnameis! He’s the mascot for the rival school, Saint SwotnSnots, and he always seems to be over here, causing havoc of some kind. You know, belching at people like some kind of uncouth pig, throwing water balloons at everyone, using those stupid and childish hand-buzzer things, and that was just the day before yesterday!
Yesterday, however, seemed to be Dorian’s crowning achievement:
Yes, the horrible so-and-so set off all of the sprinklers in the dorm. Our TV Room got almost completely flooded out, which soaked all the books and blew up the TV, and the cafetaria looked like it had a lake in the middle of it.
Gerald opted to sit on the floor to do his daily assignment, and he parked himself outside my door (I did offer him the use of my desk, but he waved it off) rather than get his feet wet sitting at a table in the cafetaria. We’ve also had a few problems writing our term papers, because the computer in the TV Room shorted out along with the television. Our Dean was furious when he found out, and an official complaint has been lodged. Hopefully, Dorian will get expelled, then we won’t have any more of these problems and disruptions right before exams.
I’ve also met the mysterious ‘other girl’ that lives in our dorm.
Her name is Maura Hourvitz, and the reason she doesn’t really mix with us is because she’s a scholarship student from a poor background, and she was a little afraid that we would snub her. She seems to be going out of her way to talk to me lately, and she is rather nice, incredibly down-to-earth. The funny thing is, I think she might like me!
Well, I must go, it’s time for my last exam for Freshman Year.
(Nick likes Maura too, two lightning bolts! Heh, what a good boy he is, picking out his own future spouse! Let’s just hope he doesn’t run into Little Miss Maneater. Oh, and, the next victim, if I haven’t already mentioned, will be Fortune. Katie, you’re absolutely right. When one starts issuing death threats to one’s sims, the Writing Is On The Wall! Even if Finn did threaten me first!)
