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So Eddy, like, the skater dude from class? He like, thinks I’m cool, ever since the sorority got tagged. I told him it wasn't me, and shit, but he thinks I'm cool anyway. Which is cool. So we like sit together during drawing class. Which is outdoors. On the quad. And this is the one, man. This is the one with...<br>
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So while
Jed was sleeping off his big freak out, Ally and I check out the house. It’s way bigger than Jed’s Grandpa’s place.
Like, way. Like there’s actually rooms,
and stuff. And we don’t have to eat
outside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ally takes
the small room in the back, and Jed and I take the big room in the front. Mostly cause that’s where Jed crashed. And also, there’s <i>a bed that doesn’t eat people</i>, ha.<br>
<br>
<br>
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Yeah so
we’re finally here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jed’s
asleep. He stayed at the library like
for two days straight cramming for the placement test and then he had the freakout
of all freakouts. Worse than Prom.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I LOST MY
HAT!”<br>
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“Dude. We can
get you another hat…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It was my
STUDY HAT! I lost my STUDY HAT and now I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING! ANYTHING! I can’t remember THERMODYNAMICS! I can’t
remember SIM’S LAW!! -- DUB! I can’t remember THE RIGHT HAND SCREW RULE!!!!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Can’t
help you there buddy, I prefer goofy style myself...”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can’t
remember TRIGONOMETRY! I can’t remember
DIFFERENTIAL CALCULUS!!!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, uh,
maybe you won’t need it…”<br>
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Okay <i>that</i> was the wrong thing to say. He’s freaking out so hard, man, it’s hard to
get a word in.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ally’s
back from work. She looks at me and I’m like, ‘help’. She shakes her head. “Yo, JED. Math sucks.”<br>
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Man. That was a close one. I always knew like making the bed was a pain in the ass, but like, it can actually<i> kill you.</i><br>
<br>
Like seriously. I totally saw my life flash before my eyes, man. And, you know what?<br>
<br>
I really need to get laid.<br>
<br>
<br>
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I can’t
stand it, man. The llama has to come back. She has to.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I mean,
I’m not LAVAR. I’ve like, done stuff with girls. But like, it was hard you
know? Ha, ‘that’s what she said’, right. No but it was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Jed
and I started high school Ma picked me up at school the first week. You know,
not embarrassing at all. She made me
show her everyone in my class. Well. All
the <i>girls</i> in my class.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The
Whalley girl, no. The Beckham girl,
no. Your <i>father</i> spent time with both of their mothers, never can tell. The Sekemoto girl...well she’s sure <i>Sam’s</i>...so okay. Boyd’s daughter is obviously safe, but she’s
one of <i>Tori’s</i>, so you can’t bring her
to the house. Not that she’d come anyway.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Uh,
Precious is like Jed’s AUNT.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well good
then, that’s solved. Who’s left in your class?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Other than
Jed’s sister or like, dudes, no-one was left. No girls. Zip.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I fooled around a
little with Barbara Sekemoto, but like, I was a Spiffington and her dad was
like, ‘No Spiffingtons’, and then,
Antoine Alto went after her, so. We
never did it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But one
good thing about Jules being all popular and stuff, she had girls like from <i>her</i> class come over and hang out.</div>
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WARNING: SOME
IMAGES MAY BE DISTURBING TO PEOPLE WITH TASTE</h2>
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Oooooooh, man.
Eleven hours on the bus. Time to catch some zs.<br>
<br>
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Man. I miss the
beach. I wanted to go to the Tides, man,
but it’s like hard to go there now. If
you’re not from there, you have to have papers. Plus I don’t think the bus goes
there. But hey, it’s cool that Ally’s
letting me stay here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeah so Ally’s
here too. So like, Ally and her Mom always
fight, even though Ally moved out a long time ago, but it’s like they had a final
showdown or something. Like Jed’s
Grandpa wants to have another kid and her Mom’s too old, but they can like, go
to the clinics or something. Babyrita,
Ally calls it…you know, like a blender baby.
Ally’s sisters and brothers – the Spiffington ones <i>and</i> the Wainwright ones – were like, whatever, but Ally just lost
it. She came home and told Jed and me that
she loved us but she wasn’t raising ANY MORE of us and furthermore the three of
us were the only sane ones left in town and she wasn’t staying if we were
leaving, so. We decided to all go together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We left right
after graduation. Graduation, man. I graduated.
Yeah, like no shit. Jed said he
wasn’t gonna go if I wasn’t there. And
like, he really wanted to go. Shit. So like, I had to go with him to study club
and then show up and like take tests, like SERIOUSLY. He owes me, man. Someday we’re
gonna go to Lucky Palms and he’s gonna help me run the tables. Someday when we have money.<o:p></o:p></div>
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First she wanted to know if I like, had the principal in the basement or
something. Then she like, made me get a
haircut. “Dub knows I never thought this
day would come, Tarik, and unless I can see your face in the picture, I still
won’t believe it.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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The asshole
didn’t show up. Of course. Jed’s Mom came, and Ally, for Jed. Jed’s Grandpa and Ally’s Mom came… for
Precious. Yeah. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But then like, Jed’s
Grandpa invited us to their house for a going-away party. Well he invited JED. And then didn’t slam the door in my face,
ha. And he offered to let Jed and Ally
stay in his old place here in East Midcentralburg. Until we know if we get into Uni or not? I guess he felt bad. If Jed doesn’t get in, we’re gonna stay here
and get jobs. Ally says I can stay with her either way, if I don’t get in.
Either way, man, I don’t care, I’m out of the Valley and I’m free. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Although a
beach would be nice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ally’s like at
work. She got a job in Midcentralburg
already. Jed’s coming later today. Soon
as we got off the bus, he had to go to the clinics, take some tests or something,
and he had to stay all night. He couldn’t like eat or drink. I would DIE, and
I’m big, and he’s so skinny. He’s like really nervous, cause we don’t know for
sure if we got in. But Ally’s sister Jo
said if he had to go to the clinics then he must have made it. She’s kind of smart too, Jo. Jo’s one of the ones that’s a doctor. She
scares me a little – what is that noise?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh hey.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t even
smoke that much last night.<br>
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The dean of
admissions looked up, irked at the sudden interruption in his day, right at
lunch time. “What’s all this about an appeal?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The woman came
up and stood by the desk. “I sent my credentials and the problem statement in my
email, to which you failed to respond.
Have you read it?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The dean said,
“I glanced at it. I saw you’re with the Project, that’s why the admin let you
in.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The woman reached
into her bag and withdrew a folder, handed it to the dean, and then calmly
seated herself. She said, “If you had read my credentials, you would know that
I’m responsible for performing the psychological reviews of the students
admitted as part of Project Ananke.”<br>
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<h3>
SIMS UNIVERSITY
AT MIDCENTRALBURG</h3>
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ENTRANCE
INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT: Applicant ERIC
MCIRISH (SPIFFTON)<br>
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Let's get the
name straight. It's TARIK. Not ERIC.
TARIK. One of those other ones is
named Eric.<br>
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