The Orientation.

I didn't even have to try. I've already made enemies. There was help, too. From the rumor-spreaders. I'll undo what they did. I know I can.

Can't wait for the classes to begin!

What did I learn today? No matter what you do—or in my case, what you don't—you are destined to be judged and ridiculed. And if you stand up for yourself, they say you're rude and unfriendly.

My university life will be the much needed break from the everyday strenuous depression that I go through, worrying sick about my bad reputation. I now have a new purpose: managing myself at my university. I'll be dedicating more time there than to what people say.

I feel so energetic! If only I had shown a little of it there. But when I think about it, I'm glad I didn't. I only would've made a scene. And that would've been added automatically to my resume. I did stand up, though. But calmly. That person thought that he could just walk away scot-free, by indirectly terming me "faggot". I rebutted that. Well, there wasn't much to rebut, but I did open my mouth and said my piece.

There were two more.

How will I avenge myself? I know how!

By getting in the good graces of the teachers.

But first, I'll have to convince them that they've been told lies about me. It's like I'm gifted; one glance at a person's body-language, and I can tell that they've been fed.

If I have to be strong, I'll have to let go of Mr. Puppy. I should've done this a long time ago. Better late than never. What does that stupid stuffie give me anyway?

I bid you adieu.

And also to you, old Samee.

My four years here will definitely not break me. I'll make them make me.

Let the games begin!