As the term progressed Hector began to embrace the University lifestyle and felt as if his image needed to mature a bit.

But while his image may have matured, his ideas about university certainly did not.

Ever the popular, partying frat boy, Hector began to see university to be a place where it was socially acceptable for him to wear his mild alcoholism on the sleeves of his pretentiously draped sweater.

And party after party saw the Freshmen brothers embracing their new friend in the warm embrace of a headstand or two.

While Carson was an old hat at this by now and knew how to moderate himself and balance work and play, Hector didn’t realize the effects that his partying had on his temperament.

Luckily he was a jock, going to Uni for Physical Education and well on his way to maxing out the Athletic trait.

So he could handle himself when if things got out of hand.

And it wasn’t all random slapping wars and stompings.

Hector was beginning to get recognized across campus, not only because he railed against the patriarchy on the Commons or for equal rights for all Llamas employed by the University, but because he knew how to have fun.

Carson: “Listen…about last night.”

Hector: “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Carson: “Okay but…what happened to your hair?”

As the term passed on the brothers grew closer to each other still, and while Carson initially dreaded having his brother living with him on campus he saw it as an opportunity. An opportunity to have someone always to jam with, to laugh about the events across campus in a way that only a Freshmen could, but also to get to know the brother that grew up far too quickly and always in his shadow.

And as his semester drew to a close, the semester that would be his last at University, Carson found himself already growing nostalgic for the experience he had shared with his little brother.

When exams rolled around, Carson put his nose into the books and managed to, for the first time ever, make the deans list and pass his exams with flying colors.

Sleeping with his professor had nothing to do with it, I’m sure.

And as he was turning in his final college essays ever, he also was turning the page on this chapter of his life.

But,

Not everyone was faring as well.