Memoirs of a Switchy kid [wip]

Memoirs of a Switchy Kid: Day 1

This place is weird. I mean, weiiiiird. I mean, look, every horny teenage boy dreams of going to a school filled with or for sex, right? With horny, willing, hot as fuck girls (or guys). And some dudes, guys predominantly, get massive fantasies thst go into exhaustive detail. Especially the super virginal needy nerdy geeky types. I should know. I'm one of them.

And, like, if you fill a school with horny teenagers and young adults sex Is going to abound, but I've never seen a college where it's in the fucking curriculum. A part of every class. Where every lecturer is seduxtive beyond belief... On purpose. Oh, geez. I'm hard just remembering Orientation.

So, yeah. going to school in this place is fucking weird.

The logistics alone - whoever built this place has to be fucking LOADED. and, I mean, yeah, colleges are meant to be and all? But it's just... Okay, so, introductions I guess.

Hi, I'm Pete Collins, and I'm eighteen. I'm writing this diary/journal/memoir thing partially as a way to record my experiences here and partially to work on my writing skills, cause I definitely want to publish novels on the Internet in my spare time, in the future. Romance novels, specifically, and given how much sex there's going to be in my undergrad years I'm this weird, weird place? Practice, practice, practice. So I'm gonna be switching between third- and first-person a lot in the future, I guess.

Oh, and I'm going to record myself reading this out loud to work on my voice, too. So, yeah, if you're listening to me, hi!

Anyway. This place. I somehow wrangled a scholarship, really more like a sponsorship, to the Oakland School of Specialized Psychology. I'm really interested in the mechanics of influencing group dynamics and social cues in mixed gender groups, so I thought that coming to a place which is advertised and testified by alumni - oh my god, the alumni - as being a place full of lecturers with credentials in affecting social groups of variable sizes would be really beneficial to learning the theory and how to apply the theory. So yeah.

While I was researching the place, I noticed that the comments from people, like, the nickname of this place is the Oakland Sexual School of Psychology, like what?

- They really weren't joking. -

I mean, some of them were sour comments or whatever, especially douchey fratboy styles like hurrdurr the hot girls wouldn't sleep with me because they had 'standards' and like, moral outrage from Christian-types, but alumni were suspiciously quiet about the sexual reputation of this place, while being very praiseful of the educational side. So eventually I went through everything I did to get a sponsorship - that's a story for another day and involves way more backroom deals than getting a scholarship ever does, typically, so definitely a story for another day, and then I got in here.

That's a metric kilometre of a run-on sentence and one I'm going to have to edit once this memoir is done.

Anyway.