Misadventures at Miskatonic!

Journal Entry: September 28, 1925

September 28, 1925

Another typical Monday gone by. The foreign fellow and Mr Upman were at it again. I find the class stimulating but lacking any real use in the practical world. It was not a total loss of morning however as Ms Ashbry cordially invited me to a little soiree as those chaps across the water like to call it.

Journal Entry: September 7, 1925

September 7, 1925

I have attended a rather peculiar class with a rather peculiar bunch of bedfellows. Wisdom of the Gods conducted by Prof. Mason Wade was far beyond what I was expecting of an extra credit module.

In particular, the long discussions on God, the blasphemous lack thereof, and Mr Upmans stoic defense of a God who can not be known to us.

Further, a Moorish fellow by the name of Wasim Wasem had the gall to speak up and suggest his God was the Supreme God.

I only wish I could have retorted with something or another to do with British Colonization of Egypt.Well actually, we did throw them out from here eventually .

The day was not a total loss though. I had the great pleasure of meeting a rather fine pair of Miskatonic blood. Something I was beginning to think was a rarity. Francis and Vivian Ashbry seemed quite enthralled with me when I quite deftly secured a win in a little automobile race with my fast talk!

More’s the pity that the Moor had to spoil the day by backing out of a gentlemanly fight!

Journal Entry: September 6, 1925

September 6, 1925

Father is an old man with no sense of the modern world! He lectures me on the necessities and politics of a gentleman but has not attended Harvard himself!

Having spent the weekend with father I have come to a plain truth. The simple difference between him and I – that he fails to admit to! – he was given the opportunity. Borne not of any skill of his own but of the good fortune to be borne of Grandpapa!

Had I the opportunity to prove myself in a manner befitting a man like me, I would not squander it!

Journal Entry: August 24, 1925

August 24, 1925

My first day at the presigious prestigious halls of Miskatonic University were uneventful. Father would approve.

For the most part I spent the day acquainting myself with the professors as I was given a guided tour of the Campus. For them to make such a grandiose event of little old me shows,were I skeptic, and certainly I may be, a rather sever case of desperation.

Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.

Journal Entry: August 23, 1925

September 23, 1925

I often think fondly of Lillian. Those days spent in the toil of the hot baking sun. The lean-to we made during that unexpected sandstorm. The kiss we shared as heat and wild furry overtook us – with out and within.

I now stand before the beckon of an ivy wrought gate. Much like the one I left so many years ago with dear Lillian. Older. Wiser? Know not I what to expect behind these walls.

A certainty though; another great adventure.


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