New Beginnings

(’Scuse the title, I couldn’t think of anything better!)

Well, the first semester of Sophomore Year is nearly over, and we’ve had no more ‘cow on a rampage’ incidents. I guess our Dean really gave Dorian Whatshisname a good chewing out, and the word going around is that SwotnSnots expelled him. I’m not surprised really, I mean, anyone who would dress as a cow could never be a good student, unlike our llama mascots, who are required to keep their GPA’s at 3.8 at least. As to Dorian, I have no sympathy for him at all. Good riddance to bad rubbish!

Our Dean, as well as banishing stupid cows, has also initiated a Drom-wide study hour all over the campus, and it has been rather handy for catching up on that last minute studying. Of course, if we have classes at the alocated time, we are permitted to skip the study hour, but other than that, it’s compulsory. Personally, I think its a good idea, but I know a lot of the other students aren’t happy with it. Apparently, they reckon it cuts into their party time, but our Dean pointed out that they were here to learn, not party. That didn’t go down to well with Gerald, who has been trying to persuade us all to go bar-hopping with him for months now. Never mind, I suppose he’ll get over it.

I’ve also been learning to dance in my spare time, but I must confess that I’m not very good, and I don’t think I ever will be. Unfortunately, dancing is a skill I will beed when I graduate. It’s unthinkable for me, I mean, I can’t just sit on the sidelines at the Charity Balls that I’ll be expected to attend. I suppose practice makes perfect, but I have to accompany Mother and Father to one such ball next month. I’m never going to be able to dance properly by then, I just know it. Besides, I don’t have a partner!