Room 318, Tuesday Afternoon
Peter had absolutely no inclination whatsoever to go outside and poke at the rock, or anything like it. What he desperately wanted to do was go home and work on his essays with his sister, and maybe forge some more contacts, and try to find a few more avenues for fundraising, and...
And not think at all about the fact that all he'd gotten from his parents yesterday was a Happy birthday, son! We look forward to seeing you come Parents' Weekend. We're gifting you with some extra funds to use as you see fit. At least Valentine had bothered with a phone call.
Really, who did his parents think they were? Bunch of thick, unambitious fools. Did they really think Peter even cared about his birthday? And 'funds' - god, it was embarrassing, to find they'd dumped fifty bucks on his personal account when he was earning much more than that already.
In conclusion: he didn't care at all.
He was going to sit in his room right now and work on his essays and forge his own path--
Well, right after he finished this snotty email reply back to his parents, anyway.
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And not think at all about the fact that all he'd gotten from his parents yesterday was a Happy birthday, son! We look forward to seeing you come Parents' Weekend. We're gifting you with some extra funds to use as you see fit. At least Valentine had bothered with a phone call.
Really, who did his parents think they were? Bunch of thick, unambitious fools. Did they really think Peter even cared about his birthday? And 'funds' - god, it was embarrassing, to find they'd dumped fifty bucks on his personal account when he was earning much more than that already.
In conclusion: he didn't care at all.
He was going to sit in his room right now and work on his essays and forge his own path--
Well, right after he finished this snotty email reply back to his parents, anyway.
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