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Sims University. Almost literally the Ivory Tower. It was truly a place apart.
When they reached the campus, she wished she didn’t have to focus on the road. The campus was beautiful. They got to see most of it because she got lost trying to find the dorm.
The dormitory was a tall and forbidding building. Abby stared at it, then caught Sawyer’s eye and smiled nervously. “You ready to do this thing?”
Sawyer scowled. “It would be stupid to come all this way if we weren’t.”
“Come on,” Sawyer said. “I’ll show you to our room.”
“Our room?” Abby asked, surprised.
“You’re sharing a room with me,” Sawyer said sharply. “It’s more efficient.”
Abby smiled at her brother’s back as he walked away. She knew he’d never admit to being nervous about being out on his own.
The room was simple but surprisingly cozy.
And the bed was comfortable. This wasn’t the college she’d read about. Exhausted from hours of driving, Abby went to bed immediately.
Then he ditched the orientation lecture to find the research facilities.
He couldn’t have been happier.
Abby, on the other hand, was taking no chances.
She paid attention to all the presentations
and even took notes. At the very least, it was good practice.
And so began their college life.
Abby had a shock when she went to buy her textbooks. As soon as she walked through the door of the bookstore, a freshman girl bounced down the stairs, handed her a pen, and begged her to write in her notebook.
Abby took the pen and paper, her hands trembling. She’d come here to start over. What should she do now.
Then she actually realized what the girl was saying. “….Just have to tell me who does your makeup! I’ve never seen a skintone like that! It’s amazing!”
“I’ve heard of Avalon!” the girl exclaimed. “Does everyone there look like you? If it’s not too forward, would you mind if I interviewed you for my simthropology class?”
Some more interesting than others.
She turned out to be a mean hand at juice pong.
She even put the local fraternity champion under the table without getting juiced.
Sawyer spent very little time at the dorm. Sometimes he left before dawn and came back after Abby was in bed. Abby worried that he was working himself too hard on his own obsession.
But whatever it was, it was the kind of thing Sawyer had been dreaming about his whole life.
Outside classes, Sawyer often went all day without leaving the project site. He even studied there.
Still, being on his own was affecting Sawyer in some more subtle ways. He was becoming more responsible.
He even started cooking for himself. The results weren’t always pretty, and it wasn’t always obvious whether he noticed.
But by far the biggest change in Sawyer’s life was the women.
They were everywhere. Sawyer’s geeky obliviousness seemed to draw them out of the woodwork.
All of his female dorm mates were trying to get his attention. One spent all semester trying to get him to ask her out.
He never did figure it out.
a classmate approached him to tell him how much she respected his questions at lecture.
She asked him awkwardly whether he’d like to get together to study sometime.
Sawyer got himself so worked up that another student came by to check to see if the girl needed help.
Sawyer didn’t take that well either.
After that evening, Sawyer was given a disciplinary warning by the university, and at least two students weren’t speaking to him.
It was all too much.
“How do I get them to leave me alone?” Sawyer asked Abby in despair one morning.
“I have no idea,” Abby admitted. “I’ve never wanted to be left alone.”
Soon she found herself attending some protests.
Even giving the occasional speech. It was all great, real-life practice in method acting.
She managed to keep everyone at an arm’s length. Some were easier than others.
The moment that Sawyer had been waiting for arrived.
With permission from his professor, he completed an experiment that had been months in the making.
Poof. Nothing happened. Months of work down the tubes. They would have to start over.
Overcome by frustrated emotion, Sawyer turned to leave.
Abby choked. “You want to what?”
Sawyer glared at her. “I want what every male my age wants,” he said. “It’s degrading, but it’s true. I have found the perfect woman. Advise me.”
“You- you don’t do it like that,” Abby stammered.
“I haven’t done anything like anything,” Sawyer replied, looking exasperated. “You think I have failed, and I haven’t begun.”
“No, no,” Abby said. “It’s just that…. You need to set realistic goals. Start small. Ask her out on a date.”
Sawyer’s face took on the stoney expression that Abby had come to realize meant he was frightened. “What kind of experience makes a good date?” he asked.
“Let’s go up to the room and talk,” Abby said. Sawyer followed her upstairs, silently waiting for her to teach him. Abby, on the other hand, had no real idea what to teach.
Not long afterward, classes ended. They took their finals, and grades were released.
Sawyer was pleased at his straight As, but hardly surprised.
Abby opened her letter with nervous anticipation.
What she read there shocked her.
She’d made the Dean’s List!
All of Abby’s university friends attended.
Sawyer had been more right than he could possibly know when he had persuaded her to come to school with him. This was exactly the place she needed to be to heal.
Sawyer had different plans for the end of term. He asked Manisha to meet him at the picturesque beach outside of campus. It was isolated and beautiful. He’d been scouting for this place throughout finals week.
“Different how? Sure, let’s talk about something different.”
“You’re the most intelligent person I’ve never met,” Sawyer said. That seemed like the right sort of opening line. “Except for me, of course. But I wouldn’t expect you to be that smart.”
“I’m really not following you,” Manisha said.
“I was hoping you could do a new kind of experiment with me,” Sawyer said, trying again to find the words to describe how he felt. “Something I could only try with you.”
Manisha smiled this time. “That sounds wonderful.”
And she backed away.
“What are you doing?” Manisha demanded. “You’re getting all grabby. This is making me uncomfortable.”
“Please, please, woohoo with me,” Sawyer begged.
“You’re crazy,” Manisha said. “I’m going home.”
I did it! I managed to post something!
Of course I didn’t manage to cover the entire trip to University in one post. But this is the first semester, and there are only two semesters. So just one more post at Sims U.
Seriously almost every female sim in all of University had heart-farts for Sawyer. It was insane. Manisha was the only one he wished to do things with, and it made sense. She doesn’t have the Socially Awkward trait, but she manages to be incredibly awkward anyway.
But wow, building a relationship with a Socially Awkward sim is almost impossible!
Of course, there was no professor for most of the lectures. This was even the first trip to University. Way to fail, EA. I think that Twallan came up with a check for professors at some point after I played this.