"Chris-"
"... and each of discovery
being equally part of a whole...."
"Christo-"
"... the whole being
seven, which is of course a very important number...."
"CHRISTOPH."
"Yes, Professor?"
Professor Outridge rubbed
the bridge of his nose. "I appreciate your candor, but, well...."
"What he's trying to
say, Chris, is you do realize you're not in math class, right? This is History of Simlish Civilization."
Rakesh chimed in.
Christoph appeared taken
aback. "Yeah, but, you can always..."
"No. Algorithms don't
matter here."
"Well, they...."
"No."
"But..."
Rakesh held up his hands."Just
no."
Professor Outridge cleared
his throat. “Alright, now, after that little detour…. Annie. You look like you
wanted to say something before we, eh, got off track."
"Yes, Professor,” Annie
Grey smiled from her seat at the front of the class. “I can see where Christoph
is coming from, but I think in this context, the common usage of the term
'Livin' Large' was more of a metaphor for improving one's lot in life through
adding new sims, new careers, and new items to your life. Not to mention the
fact that it was a time of great fantasy. I mean, zombies, genies and clowns?
That's just my take on it, of course."
Professor Outridge looked
extremely pleased. "You're right on track, Annie. Good work. Well, that's
about all we can tackle for today. See you all on Thursday, and make sure you
have your essays on the history and rabid spread of the Guinea Pig Virus ready
to turn in! Remember, I want 2,000 words!"
After class, a few of the
students congregated in the library to try to get a jump on Professor's
Outridge's essay.
"Outridge gets a bit
slap-happy with the viruses and diseases, doesn’t he?” Rakesh sighed, milling
over the books, running his finger along the spines.”
"Well, yeah!” Anouk
snorted, “2,000 words?! On the Guinea Pig Plague?! Is he kidding?"
"Oh, I don't think
it'll be that bad. We have enough materiel on the subject,” Annie said,
motioning to the large stack of books beside them.
“Ever the optimist, Annie,”
said Anouk, picking up one of the books and flipping it open. She coughed as
dust erupted from the pages.
"What's there to write
on, really?” Rakesh went on, maneuvering another large pile of books beside the
table, managing to drop them on the floor before ever reaching their table. He
sighed as he gathered them up. “Just don't own guinea pigs, that's all. They’re
nasty little creatures."
"Rakesh, you do realize
that the virus has been eradicated, right?"
"Yeah, sure, that’s
what they tell us. My father’s medical director at Simberry Grace, and he says
viruses mutate all the time! Old diseases come back, new ones form… I’m not
taking any chances. You won’t catch me within five-hundred yards of a guinea
pig!”
Anouk fixed him in an
unenthusiastic stare. She looked like she was going to protest, but ended up
simply rolling her eyes. “Anyway. How are you other classes going, Annie?”
“Very well, I think. My
Ancient History classes are probably the most interesting!”
Anouk peered at Annie from
over the dusty book. “Are you still thinking about majoring in Archeology?”
“I am.”
“Well Mount Branyon has a
good program, apparently.”
Rakesh agreed. “A cousin of
mine graduated with a degree in Archeology a few years ago, and now he works in
Romania! But there’re always interesting finds closer to home, too….”
“Me, I’d rather be in
Romania than Simberry. At least with my father around….”
“Still campaigning for you
to go into Medicine, Rakesh, is he?” All Rakesh did was grumble. Anouk nodded
her understanding, and said “You can’t blame him, really – I mean, Law is such
a pedestrian career choice. Not challenging, or interesting, nor does it
contribute in any way to society.”
Rakesh glowered as Anouk
gave him a cheeky grin, and Annie chuckled. “It’s not funny!” He protested. “He
just doesn’t get it. I don’t want to go into medicine like him and mom… and Raj…
and Naveen… and Deepti….”
“Jeez. Not like you had your
way cut out for you or anything.”
“And it isn’t like I’m just skating
through school! In addition to History of Simlish Civilization, which has to be
the easiest, even with Christoph’s constant interruption and Professor Outridge’s
insane essays, I have Finance and Logic, Political Science and my Public
Speaking class….”
“Do you ever have time for
fun?” Annie inquired.
“I do not! When I’m not in
class, I’m working on homework, when I’m not working on homework I’m studying
for the next exam, when I’m not studying, I’m practicing my speeches, when I’m not
practicing speeches, I’m ignoring phone calls from my father imploring me to
switch majors!”
“You could always take a
night off,” Annie suggested.
“Yeah,” Anouk agreed, “Annie
and I and some of our dorm-mates are throwing a party tonight! There’ll be
music and dancing, food, games….”
“And not a single phone-call
from your father.” Annie offered with a smile.
Rakesh seemed to debate this
for a moment, a grin growing on his face. “Yeah,” he agreed finally, “I think I
can make time for that!”