Beige University isn't in the NCAA tournament this year, so things are pretty quiet on campus. Someone in the dorm organized a betting pool on the outcome, but I didn't take part; the elimination-style bracket structure reminds me too much of the Herd Thinners, Inc. employee chart.
Speaking of varsity sports, Rhonda is moving up the depth chart on the school hunting team. The coach says he wants her to consider moving to the athletic dorm next year, but she's dragging her paws. She needs to hurry and make up her mind, since all dorm space is filling up for the fall.
Fenton brightened when he heard that news; he thinks that if I suddenly need a roommate I'll choose him. Dream on...if I wasn't ready for marriage I'm certainly not about to become a live-in companion. (That goes for living arrangements back home...even with Tree serving as a chaperone.)
