Chapter 4
I awoke in time to see the train pulling into the college town. By now there were several students from the school on board and they had already begun the party. People were dancing in the aisles and everybody was happy. It was a beautiful sunny day and it seemed as if all was truly right with the world.
I got my suitcases and got off the train. The first thing that I had to do was get myself a taxi to the college. I was standing there looking around for one, when an old friend drove up.
"Need a lift?" said Mike, the baseball pitcher.
"Sure, handsome," I laughed and got in. He helped me put my suitcases in securely and then we started off toward the school.
"Are you going to play baseball this year?" he asked. "You know, we really missed you last year. The coach was even talking about trying to get you some kind of athletic scholarship, or something."
Wow, I thought, maybe I'm really going to get a break this year.
"Yeah, well, I've been thinking about it," I said. One way to win boys is to play hard to get and I figured that that goes for baseball coaches, too.
"The reason that I'm asking you now," he continued, "is because they're considering having a fall league, while the weather is still warm. I had told him about you last spring and he was pretty disappointed that you decided not to play. If they have the fall league, he definitely wants you on the team."
I was trying to figure out how he could want me to play, if he'd never even seen me hold a bat. Shit, he'd never even seen me.
Maybe I was going to get another deal like I had received from the football and basketball teams, you know, ball the coach, attract a few fans and you're in. I asked him about it.
"What makes the coach think that I can even play baseball?"
Mike said, "He looks at it this way. He saw that you were interested and he figures that if you can play baseball half as well as you played football and basketball last season, then he can definitely use you."
That didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know, but I decided to wait and see what the coach had to say.
"So listen," he said, "if they have a meeting this afternoon, I'll come around and let you know. Where's your room?"
"Building one, room 302," I told him.
He pulled up in front of the room and I got out. He asked if I needed any help with my suitcases, but I really didn't, so I told him no. Then he turned around in his car and headed back toward the main gate.
Off to pick up some more girlfriends, I figured.
I got upstairs with my suitcases. The same bunch of people that had been in the dormitory last year were back and the party was going on, as usual. Everybody was smoking and passing joints around and I soon found myself laughing and very glad to be back.
Someone down the hall announced that there was a party scheduled for that evening in the other dorm and I wondered why anyone ever bothered to throw parties and end them. It seemed as though the whole school was just one big party and they didn't need any official designation of the fact.
Well, I finally got settled in and I had planned to go to sleep for a while. But the other people on the floor had other ideas and they woke me up as soon as they discovered that I was asleep.
"What's the matter, you too tired from your long journey?" a wild-eyed young man was asking me. "Here, try some of this, it's guaranteed to wake you right up."
He handed me a little orange tablet and I looked at it. It was so small, that I almost dropped it. I didn't know what it was, but I figured oh, what the hell and I popped it into my mouth. I had taken so many other things in that building that I figured trying something new wouldn't hurt.
I looked up to ask him what I had just taken, but he was gone.
Very mysterious, I thought.
I sat back down on the bed and I began to look over a textbook that had been left over from last year.
I became really absorbed in it. It was a philosophy book and some of the ideas stated in it were making a whole lot more sense than they ever had.
I sat there reading it for about a half hour and suddenly I felt very strange.
I looked up from the book and nothing looked quite the same as it had before. It seemed as though the whole room had changed. It looked exactly the same, nothing in it was any different, yet it somehow all had changed. Maybe it hadn't, though. Maybe only my perception of it had changed. Nevertheless, everything seemed very, very different.
There was still a lot of noise outside of the room, but it all seemed to be down the hall. I looked out of the room and the hall was empty. All of a sudden, people were coming out of the rooms and sliding along the walls like snakes, into the other rooms. It all seemed really funny.
There was the guy who had given me the pill, sliding along the wall, smiling at me. I ran over to him and I suddenly felt as though I were moving with someone else's body. I felt very strange, but I liked the feeling.
I followed him into one of the rooms. Inside, on the walls, were several posters. They had always been there, because I remembered them from the previous year. But they looked quite different now. They had always had the same weird design, yet it seemed so different now. It seemed as though it made a lot more sense now.
The wild-eyed guy was sitting on the bed, smoking something from a long pipe.
"Want some?" he asked me, grinning like a madman.
He really made me laugh, every time that I saw him. I went over and sat down next to him on the bed. He handed me the pipe and I took a long toke of what I discovered was top-quality hashish.
I was sitting there, thoroughly engrossed in anything, everything, that my eyes came across.
He got up from the bed and started to walk out of the room.
"Hey, what was that stuff you gave me?" I asked him.
He turned and smiled at me. "Acid," he replied with a wink.
I had never dreamed that I would one day take what I had heard so much whispered about, but, now that I had, I really liked it a lot. I was wondering what else it was going to do to me, how it was going to make me feel. I looked up at him to ask him some questions about it, but as soon as he saw me looking at him, he started out the door of the room.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"Crazy, you want to come?" was the reply, as he ran out of the room.
I sat there on the bed, wondering what was going to happen next, when I heard a whole lot of noise in the halls. I looked out and everybody was running around nude.
They looked like they were all having a whole lot of fun, so I decided to join them. They didn't seem like they were at all interested in each other's bodies, they just seemed as though they wanted to be nude.
So I ran around with them for awhile. They were laughing and playing all kinds of silly games, like hide-and-go-seek. We were all having quite an outrageous time and nobody seemed the least bit interested in sex.
After a while, I got tired of running around with them, although I wasn't the least bit tired. I put on my clothes and went downstairs. I stepped out into the brilliant sun and I was flabbergasted.
I had seen the campus hundreds of times, but it had never looked the same as it did now. I was noticing things about it that I had never noticed, although I had seen them many times. Everything looked very different and I was having myself a dandy time.
Two guys from my building came walking by. They passed me and smiled pleasantly. One said, "Rice tay, nisn't trit?" and I thought I was going to go out of my mind trying to figure out what the hell he was saying.
About six o'clock that evening, I strolled over to the other building, where the party was supposed to take place later that evening. But I had attended enough of their parties to know that they always started early.
As I approached the building, I could already hear the shouting and hollering going on. People were hanging out of the windows and I knew that this was going to be some party.
As soon as I walked into the front door, I smelled the thick odor of all the dope that was being smoked. Everyone was running around with no clothes on, people were fucking everywhere and it appeared to be a Roman orgy.
I took off my clothes and piled them neatly in a little bundle. I saw a girl I had met the year before and I asked her to put my clothes somewhere for me. She took them up to her room and I followed her up there.
When I arrived at the room with her, I watched her go in and a hand reached up and grabbed my shoulder. It spun me around and I saw that it was my friend Mike from the baseball team.
Mike was very stoned and he looked drunk, too. I took his hand off of my shoulder and I headed down the hall, to see what was happening. I wandered into an empty room, and since I was still feeling the effects of the acid, I got pretty hung up in the posters on the wall. As I was looking at them, I became aware of some movement behind me.
I turned quickly, but there was no one there. I continued to look at the posters and then I saw Mike and someone else enter the room, out of the corner of my eye.
I turned and faced them and a feeling that I had not had all day came over me. My pussy began to tingle.
Only this time, the rest of me began to tingle as well. I wanted to feel all of Mike's huge cock inside of me, deep inside of me.
I walked over to him and I kissed him. His prick shot up almost instantly, as though it were literally on a spring. I turned my back to him and I reached over onto the dresser nearby. There was some kind of ointment there and I spread a lot of it on my fingers. I massaged his dick with it and spread it liberally all over it. Then I wiped my anal tract with some and I stepped back toward him. I bent over and waited.
Nothing happened. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked him.
He had been a little too high to know what was happening, but now he reacted. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and spread them as wide as he could. I almost thought that he was going to split me in half. I felt the head of his huge dick resting on the threshold of my anus. Then he pushed gently in and I could feel it sliding stiffly into me.
It did not hurt this time, and as a matter of fact, it felt kind of good. He began to slide it in and out and soon, I motioned to his friend, who I had never even seen, to come closer to me.
He had gotten a hardon just from watching Mike and I carrying on and I took his long, red cock in my hands. I brought it up to my mouth and I sucked vigorously on it. Believe me, I was quite a sight.
It only took about two minutes for the young guy I had been sucking off to come. He fired a hefty wad into my mouth and I swallowed the warm gism heartily. He backed off and watched Mike and I perform.
I could feel Mike's muscles tensing. I knew he was going to come and I intended to make it a good one. I began to wiggle my ass a little and I was able to bring the two of us into position in front of the mirror, so that I could see the look on his face.
He had a pained expression, as though the ecstasy of the moment were almost upon him.
When I felt his strong hands grip my ass tighter than ever, I jumped up and wiggled my ass fiercely. He held me up as I was in the air and I could see his contorted face in the mirror, with its look of ecstasy. I wiggled my ass around on his dick and his body rocked back and forth, contorting in his orgasm.
The gism was shooting up into my ass and it felt like a soothing balm. It kept leaking right back down onto him with every spurt and by the time we had finished, we had made quite a mess all over the floor.
I stood straight up. My back was killing me from having been bent over for so long, but my ass didn't hurt very much at all. Soon the pain in my back went away too and I was back to normal.
I was looking at the other boy now, the one that I had sucked off. He was laughing and I turned to see at what.
Mike was lying on the bed, fast asleep. The excitement must have been too much for him.
The boy and I began walking out of the room, when we reached the door I turned and looked back at Mike. He began to snore, almost as the finishing touch to everything that had taken place. The boy and I began to laugh heartily as we walked out. I shut the light and left Mike to his sweet dreams.
There was pandemonium in the halls. People were swinging from the ceiling, running back and forth and in and out of rooms, up and down the halls and all over the place. It was like a scene from a Marx Brothers movie and I almost expected to see camera rolling in the corners.
The party lasted all through the night and well into the morning hours. At about the time everyone was supposed to be waking up, everyone was leaving the building to go back over to the other one. This had been one of the wildest parties in the history of the school and the place looked it.
The building appeared as though a bomb had dropped on it. Literally. Beds were overturned, books strewn all over the place, clothes hanging out of windows. A filmmaker couldn't have done a better job in depicting the ravages of war.
I was glad that I lived in the building across the way. If for nothing else than the fact that I wouldn't have to do the cleaning up.
When I arrived at my room, I was still quite awake from the pill I had taken. My body was exhausted, but my brain just refused to stop thinking. I was wondering if I was ever going to come down off the stuff, so that I could get some peaceful sleep.
I was sitting in my room, staring at the walls, when I heard footsteps coming down the hall toward my room.
It was the wild-eyed young man who had started me off on this whole, incredible trip.
"Howdy, what's happening?" he said in a slow, stoned-out sort of way.
"Nothing, I'm trying to go to sleep," I responded.
"Here, take one of these," he said, tossing me a little red and blue capsule.
I thanked him for it and he turned and headed back to his room.
I would be damned if I was going to take any more pills tonight, or anytime soon. I decided to just sit there and wait for the effects of the other one to die completely.
Well, I was sitting there waiting for a long time. It was about two more hours, at about nine o'clock, when I was finally able to fall asleep and them I slept until nine that evening.
I woke up with the most miserable feeling that I had ever had. Not only physically, but psychologically. I just felt as though I had been down the road to ruin and back. I was pretty depressed and I really couldn't figure out why.
The fellow from down the hall came by to see how I was feeling.
"I have something that will make you feel a whole lot better," he told me, but I politely declined his offer. We sat and talked for a while and then he told me that he was going to go back to his room. He said that he would be there if I needed anything or wanted to talk and I thanked him as he walked out of the room.
I sat there and thought about a lot of things. I had made a pretty large ass of myself at that party, although everyone there had been too stoned to notice the difference. No one in the place seemed to have any morals, or any sense of values at all. I was beginning to feel a little depressed, because I suddenly realized, on the second day of school, that school was not at all where I wanted to be.
I got up and got dressed and I went over to the school cafeteria. I needed some food and some coffee, to try and straighten myself out with a shot of caffeine and a full stomach a little bit.
I got over there and I bought myself a rather small dinner. I knew that I didn't really feel like eating, but once I started, I discovered that I had wanted even less than I thought. I ended up throwing most of it away. Even the coffee had no taste, but I drank it, because I figured that it would do me some good.
I just sat for awhile thinking. Thinking about nothing in particular, but just thinking rather heavily on some things that I shouldn't have been paying any attention to.
Then I began to think about Earl. I wondered if he did indeed love me and whether or not he would still be around by the time that I got back from school. It would be awhile before I would be home for the Thanksgiving holidays and although I had the address where I could write to him, I knew that it just wasn't enough.
Just as I was almost ready to cry from homesickness, I remembered what my father had said to me. I remembered that he had said that if you really love someone, you can wait over the years, no matter how long it takes, because you know in your heart that you will soon be with them.
My father always had had the knack for making me feel better when I was feeling blue and this time was no exception. I began to cheer up at the mere thought of my father and a smile slowly came to my face.
Just then, I was startled out of my daydream by the rap of some knuckles across the table. It was my wild-eyed friend.
"Don't feel down," he said. After you wake up the next day, you always feel shitty. But you'll feel better tomorrow," He winked at me and just the sight of his silly face made me break out into a big grin.
I picked up my tray and dumped the garbage into the can. I headed for the exit and on the way out, I left the tray off where it belonged.
I got out into the crisp evening air and I headed for my dormitory. Halfway there, I decided that it was not the place that I especially wanted to be. I decided to go for a walk in the night.
I walked a little bit and then decided that it was going to be too chilly for a walk without a sweater. I turned around and headed back to the dorm to get one.
As I walked in, I smelled the ever-present odor of marijuana smoke, filling the halls. When I got up to my room, two girls who had been at the party were smoking near it and they offered me some. I really didn't want any, as I hadn't quite gotten over the effects of the party yet. I declined the offer and they both looked at me as though I were nuts.
I went into my room and searched for a sweater in one of my suitcases. I still hadn't unpacked my bags completely and I resolved to do that as soon as I got back from my walk, or at least as soon as I could find the strength.
I headed back downstairs and walked out the door.
As I walked, I had the strangest feeling that I was being observed by someone. I kept looking around, but I could see no one. Finally, as I got near the front gate, which I had had no intention of going out of, I saw Mike's car parked outside of it. He was sitting in it and he waved to me.
"C'mon, let's go for a ride," he said.
I hesitated. I really didn't want to be with him, but I figured that it was better than doing nothing and walking around alone. I really did want to talk to someone and I really didn't care who it was. I walked over to the car and got in.
"How're you doing?" he asked me with a smile.
"How do you think?" I answered him rather sarcastically.
He looked at me as if to say, What did I do?
"What did I do?" he said.
I looked at him and wondered if he had remembered what had happened at the party, or if he had been so stoned that he had forgotten completely about it.
"Nothing, I'm sorry, I just don't feel that well, that's all," I said.
"Yeah, I know, pretty wild party they had there." he said. "You know, I must have passed out pretty early on, because I remember staggering up the steps to the second floor and the next thing I remember is that I woke up on a bed on the second floor and the party was over. And I didn't have any clothes on. Were you at the party?"
I laughed, but I laughed a whole lot more inside. "Yeah, I was there, but I don't think I saw you."
"Yeah, you know, now that I think of it, I had a friend with me, too, a guy from another school. I wonder what happened to him."
I was trying very hard to keep my laughter inside, but I managed to keep a straight face.
"Why don't we go to a bar, or something?" he suggested.
The thought of drinking was enough to' make me throw up without another word. "To tell you the truth," I said, "I really would rather not have anything to drink for a long time. Why don't we just go for a ride in the clear, fresh night air?"
He seemed to want to do something else, like drinking, but he agreed.
We drove for a long time, passing numerous hills and roads that I had never seen before. He was taking me around parts of the area that I had not previously travelled and it was good to see something else of the country that I was in.
It was a clear, country night and the stars shown extraordinarily bright in the black sky.
We rode for about an hour and then I was tired. I wanted to go home and I told him.
"Ah, what's the matter, it's so beautiful out. Aren't you having fun?"
I told him that I was, but that I was tired and I wanted to go home. He seemed very annoyed, but he turned the car around and headed back to the school.
Halfway there, I fell asleep. I fell into a dream. I dreamed that I was sitting right where I was, in his car and that Earl was in the back seat. The three of us were driving along, enjoying ourselves, until we came upon a road block. The two cops I had been in trouble with before were there and they were grinning at me. They ordered Earl and Mike to get lost and they sat in Mike's car and drove off with me.
I was dreaming that they were in the car with me and I woke up with a start. I looked over at the driver's seat and I was immensely relieved to see Mike sitting there. He looked over at me when he saw me jump.
"Having a wild fantasy?" he laughed.
I smiled weakly and sat back. I tried to go back to sleep, but my heart was beating too wildly. I had to be content with sitting back, watching the darkened scenery moving quickly by.
We drove most of the way in silence. At last we arrived at the front gate of the school and he drove in. He drove me up to my building and sat in front.
“Well,” I said, "I really must thank you for the ride. I really enjoyed it." I smiled and got quickly out of the car.
He was left sitting there in the car, with a what-the-fuck type of expression on his face.
I got upstairs to my room and I was very surprised at the amount of peace and quiet in the halls. The only sound was that of an occasional radio or record player somewhere. I figured that everyone had had it with the partying for a while.
I sat down on the bed and I began to cry. I didn't really know why, I just knew that I wanted to. I wanted Earl. I wanted him to hold me, to kiss me and to tell me that everything was going to be all right.
I wanted my Daddy. He knew how to make me feel better, no matter what was wrong. I wanted my Mommy, my big brothers, anybody. I just wanted some familiar face to appear, to comfort me. I just sat there, crying and crying and I didn't care who saw me.
I heard footsteps come to the door. That wild-eyed idiot, I thought. He was the last person that I wanted to see. It was partly his fault that I felt as badly as I did and he was the last person that I would want to see for a long time.
I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes.
Earl stood looking at me, trying to figure out why I was crying.
I was so happy that it made me cry some more. I ran out to his open arms and he held me tight.
"What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" he asked me.
I was crying too hard to answer, but now they had turned to tears of joy.
"I was just thinking about you," I sobbed. "I missed you, I wanted you and now you're here."
I clutched at him, grabbed him, squeezed him. I was so happy to see him, it didn't even occur to me to find out why he was there.
Finally, after he had calmed me down and made me feel a little better, he explained the reason that he was there.
"I was on my way to school and I was passing by here. I thought the name sounded familiar and after I had driven a couple of miles past, I remembered that it was your school. Then it took me about an hour to find where you were. This school sure is dead. There's hardly anybody around."
I laughed. He should only know, I thought.
He held me tightly for a while and we talked about a lot of things, our parents, what the school year had planned for the two of us and what life in general had planned for the two of us.
After a while, my pussy began to long for the feel of his beautiful dick. After the party the other night, I had thought that I would be finished with sex for at least a little while. But then, I hadn't counted on seeing Earl for quite a while yet.
I kissed him on the mouth and stuck my tongue in. We wiped our tongues around in each other's mouths for a little while and I suddenly got very horny. Suddenly I felt the urge to be perverse and I now had the perfect partner with which to be that way.
I got up and went over to close the door. I locked it behind me, for I didn't want to be disturbed at all.
"How long can you stay?" I asked him.
"Well," he said, "I really should be on my way tonight, but who knows what tomorrow brings?"
I laughed and dived on top of him. I began to kiss him and at the same time, I was tearing off his clothes. I wanted him to fuck me now more than ever.
I pulled down his pants and turned around on him. I began to suck on his dick, while he still had his pants on and I playfully chewed it. He let out a small yelp and I laughed lustily. The two of us wrestled around playfully on the bed and we ended up tangled in each other's clothing.
I withdrew myself from the mess and sat upright on the bed. I began to undress him more slowly now and his dick grew slowly into quite an erect hard-on.
At last, I had gotten all of his clothes off and I stood up to take off my pants. I kicked them aside and I pulled my sweater and my blouse off, over my head.
As I had the sweater and blouse over my head, with my arms tied up within, he reached over and pushed me down onto the bed. He spread my legs open wide and he began to lap up the juices flowing freely from my pussy. This sensation caused me to shiver and moan and I surrendered to the loving advances he .was making.
He was licking my pussy up and down now, lapping it up like a dog at a water fountain. The warm, wet, gentle massage of his tongue was quite a stimulant and I raised my legs up onto his shoulders.
He had his head buried deeply into my pussy now and he was sucking it in and out. It was like the feeling of a dick moving in and out of me and I began to cream madly, with no end in sight. I was creaming all over his face, the sweet juice pouring out of me like raindrops.
Suddenly, I had an idea, although not necessarily a very original one. I told him to turn around on top of me and we assumed the sixty-nine position, with his face buried deep in between my legs and his cock and balls sticking into my face.
I took his big balls tenderly into my mouth and licked them. I squeezed them playfully with my tongue and I sucked on them longingly.
At the same time, his mouth was working wonders on the lips of my pussy, separating them, licking them up and down and he was sticking it quickly in and out of my slot. I could feel a deep desire rising within me and I shifted my legs passionately.
I had his dick in my mouth now and I was moving my lips up and down on it. I was squeezing his balls gently with my fingers, hoping to cause them to emit their delicious white semen fully into my mouth.
Earl raised his head and looked around at me. "I want to fuck you, darling," he said.
Although I had really wanted for him to come in my mouth, I could not refuse my lover's request. I put my arms out to hold him as he turned himself around and dropped himself onto me.
He lay there on top of me and the two of us breathed heavily. He kissed me passionately and I felt the stirrings of my desire rising more and more. I wanted for him to fuck me as badly as he had wanted me to.
Now was the time and we both were more than ready. He took his round, fat, hard cock and stuck it into the opening of my slot. He pushed it in slowly and I once again discovered the delight that no prick in the world had ever given to me, the way that this one had.
He slowly eased it in and out, fucking me so good. I raised my legs up, so that he could plunge his member in even deeper and that's just what he did. In and out, this beautiful cock kept sliding.
I was sweating and I had my legs high up in the air now. I wanted as much of it as he had. The sweet pain in my legs was wonderful and I felt the release of all of that pent-up horniness, as he sank that organ deep inside me. My pussy clutched and grabbed at his cock and he too writhed in the ecstasy of our mutual release.
We lay there and I was sobbing. He thought that something was wrong, but I assured him that they were but tears of joy. He kissed me and I knew that this was someday to be the man I would marry.
We went to sleep and in the morning, I was greeted with the sight of my lover, lying next to me in the bed. Never in my life had I spent a full night in bed with a man, but I was glad that it was with the right one when the time came.
I kissed my lover good morning and I put a hand down onto his morning stiffness. It felt good, having a big, young, strong hard-on with which to play, early in the morning.
We made love again and then we lay there in the bed for awhile. He just looked so good that I didn't even want him to get up and leave. After awhile I put my hand down on his cock again and it was stiff once again, so we made love again. I would have been perfectly contented to just lie in the bed and make love every time that we were ready.
But I knew that we would both soon grow tired of that and of each other, so I let him get up. He had to leave for school, anyway, but I wouldn't let him leave before I had proposed to him.
He couldn't believe that I had actually asked him to marry me. Not right away, of course, but after we had both finished school. He couldn't get over the fact that women would actually propose to men.
But he should have known better. After all, hadn't I been a pioneer in the field of women's athletics and just in generally opening up a lot of doors for women in the area? I was someone and individual and I just couldn't find it within myself to be like the rest.
And besides, he was much too good a catch to let get away.
Much to my surprise, he agreed to marry me, at the end of our respective school careers. I was so happy and so excited, that I almost felt like crying again.
But now it was time for him to go and he got dressed and got his things together. We kissed and I walked down the stairs of the dorm with him.
Now the dorm was buzzing with activity and it began to look like normal again. He remarked that this was really one of the quietest schools that he had ever seen and I agreed with him. Sometimes, it bored me to distraction, I had told him.
He got into his car and I watched it move up the road until it was completely out of sight. Now, I knew, I had something to give me the incentive to get through three more years of schooling, or anything else, for that matter.
I skipped happily back up to my room. The usual partying had already begun and everyone was hanging out and getting high. But I refused all that was offered me. I was on a natural high, one that no drug could ever produce.
I sat down and began to write a letter to my parents. I told them how Earl had come to visit me the previous night and how we had talked about a lot of things, I told them how depressed I had been and how he had made me feel so much better.
And I wrote in the letter that we had decided to get married and I knew fully that it would shock the hell out of the four of them, to know that their wild young daughter was going to become a married woman.
I began to think of the bright promise that the future now held. It was a new semester and I had a fresh start. No more trouble with any schoolwork, I resolved. I swore to do less partying and more concentrating on the things that I was really in college for.
And I decided that I would give one final try to athletics. I knew that I could handle both sports and schoolwork, but not a ridiculous amount of partying, too. I would have to balance everything out accordingly, with more of an emphasis on my studies.
It was a beautiful day and not one to be sitting around in that stuffy old dorm. I went outside and everyone was sitting around soaking in the sun. For once, the school seemed like a school, instead of a zoo.
I walked all around the campus. Many people remembered me from the previous year. I had been a pretty popular figure around the school, sort of a celebrity. Everywhere I went, I was bound to be recognized and this little fame had gone to my head. I vowed that I wouldn't let it go to my head any more. I casually acknowledged all the smiles and the cheers that I received and I walked quietly along, basking in the sunshine and the adulation.
I had finally managed to be totally happy at the school, without any drugs or any orgies, or the need of any artificial stimulants. I was just on a natural high and I had the feeling that everything was going to be all downhill, very smooth sailing, for the rest of the trip.