I couldn't believe that I had been talked into driving down here! Megan had sworn up and down that it would be worth it. She claimed that her college was amazing, that I would love it.
"Really," she had said over the phone, "how could you not like it? The parties here are killer, and it's nothing like home! I swear every other guy here is like a ten on the hot scale." Did she mention one thing about the academics? No. Did she successfully talk me into coming anyway, like always? Yes.
It must be nice living on daddy's credit cards. I think Megan thought of classes as optional. To her they were something you went to when you weren't too hung over and daddy was bugging you about the classes you were taking.
The funny thing is that I'm positive that Megan doesn't even know what classes she's taking this semester. Two weeks ago I called her and she told me she was in a still life drawing class, but when I got the class listings a week later I found that they only offer art classes first semester. Knowing Megan, I knew that she would have actually thought she was in an art class, so of course I called her and asked her where in the world she was. Unsurprisingly, she didn't know, which caused me to go into full lecture mode about how she needs to be more careful. There are some crazy people in this world you know!