Freshman Year

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AH, my Freshman year in CVU was one to remember! Everything about it was awesome!

The very first day, I walked in and was stopped by a group of viking seniors. "Hey, dogmeat," The smallest one said, "I'ma thinkin you should leave." "Yeah, sharkbait," The middlin' one said. "Freshers shouldn't be walkin' around without a teddy bear to keep them company." "And freshers...." The largest one said, grabbing me by my head and lifting him up to his eye level, a solid eight feet off the ground, "should mind their own beeswax."

"Can I say something?" I gasped.

"Go on, say anything you want!" The middlin' one sneered.

Still dangling by my head, I slowly reached into my backpack and dug around.

"Whatcha gonna do, pull out your big bad SWORD?" The small one said in mock fear.

"Oh, we've never seen a SWORD before!" the middlin' one said in a different tone, but still in that mockish fear.

I pulled out what I had been rummaging around for, holding it up for the large one to see.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The large one screamed in genuine fear.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The middlin' one screamed in true terror.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The small one screamed, running into a wall and passing out.

The large one dropped me, then he and middlin' one took off sprinting for their lives, leaving the unfortunate small one to his doom.

I dusted off my hands, stood up, and looked at the tiny baby wolverine I had in my hand. "Good work, Dustelhoffer!" I said to the wolverine. "Now, go sic the small one!" Dustelhoffer looked at me, looked at the small one, then tried to rip my face off.

After I managed to escape the angry wolverine, I decided not to keep the wolverine as a pet anymore. But the repercussions of what I had done continued all the way through my junior year. After it spread through the school that the kid with bite marks all over his face carried around a live wolverine in his backpack without fear, all the upperclassmen left me alone. Oh, sure, some people tried to sneak peeks inside my backpack, but whenever I notcied them trying to look, I would merely walk up to them and they would run away screaming.

When my senior year began, however, nobody really remembered the incident, and my scars from the wolverine's vicious attack had all faded away. So one day, my senior classmates decided to teach me a lesson for causing fear among them for the last three years.

Let's just say this.... After they met up with me,

THEY.

NEVER.

LEFT.

CVU.

Oh, sure, I got beaten up by them so bad, I was unrecognizable. But I DID hack into the school system and changed their grades so that they would fail every class for the next thousand years. But hey. That's how it goes.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!