NikkeiSimmer's Asylum (Sims Stuff)

Been out of touch for a while.  Just a few things going on in "personal life" that have made me not in the mood to play Sims at the moment.  Trying to get stabilized.  Plus a bit of a medical scare. 

Working on later chapters in my Legacy. 

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Haruo realized that their pace was going to be quite strenuous. He approached the bookstore and walked in, looking over at the table where the professors had placed their lists of books by degree subject and class. He pondered whether he should just wait until after the summer classes orientation and to pick up the books needed then. Because, chances are that if he did try to pick the books up now, he would end up picking up the wrong ones and then have to go through the hassle of returning them, proving that they were unmarked or undamaged and then less the restocking fee. So he just shrugged his shoulders and headed back towards the university’s student union building which housed the place where the students were getting their orientation.

A hail from across the room caused him to look up to notice that Bebe was smirking in his direction. “Hey, Haruo!” She was with Samantha Grey and River as well as Torao, Shigeo and Parker. She was pointing at the watch on her wrist as she gave him a look of where were you...and Haruo knew that he was not on time; just sliding in just as the folks running the orientation were going to start doing the roll-call. The calling out of his name caused other students to look up at him watching him walk towards his friends.

“Sorry, just being fashionably late…” Haruo remarked with a sardonic smirk as he perused the room. Sitting down in the seat where River had saved him one, he relaxed and looked over at the unoccupied podium. The faculty and dean were still in the midst of discussing the orientation procedure with each other before unleashing it on the soon-to-be student body.

“How long were you here waiting on me?” Haruo whispered to River.

“Not too long. Maybe about fifteen minutes. Bebe’s just yanking your leg.” Some would say that Haruo was naive about certain aspects of societal norms, however, sometimes Bebe’s critiquing got downright annoying. Haruo was not normally irritable, but sometimes being judged and having to deal with judgmental people annoyed the ever-lovin’ cark out of him.

Seeing the university dean walk to the podium, the entire room quieted down and prepared to receive the Dean of Students’ message. The Dean of Students oversaw a group of staff (associate deans, faculty, student coordinators and case managers) who would help the students in their aspirations to attain higher knowledge – he was there to impart the support system of faculty that was there to assist the students in their every-day navigation of the new expectations of their new societal microcosm – essentially to study hard, get good grades, no plagiarism, no academic or non-academic misconduct – the Dean of Students office was also in charge of meting out penalties for such misconduct and other transgressions.