Farah, the Free Thinker

March 14, 2013

Thursdays were the days for Artistic Activity, so Farah practiced not only at school, but also outside the classroom, by decorating one of the fraternity dorm walls.

Also, she decorated her bedroom with her first sketch, which in her eyes was a master piece.

In the evening, Farah did the laundry, an activity not as glamorous as drawing, but even a consummate artist has to do some basic tasks.

She also had to take out the trash and put it in the container.

Later, she attended a party at the Rebels dorm, where she got a challenge to insult a random sim. There wasn't anybody there except for Che Justice. "Your mother would be perfect as the team official mascot, cause she has the face of a llama!"

Che was very offended.

 "So my mother looks like a llama? How rude from you!"

 "Sorry Che, it's nothing personal, this was about a challenge. You know how this works".

The next day was exams day. Farah spent every minute between classes studying.

Although, from time to time she was interrupted by Robert's fans, who wanted an autograph.

"Well, the famous guy is my husband, not me, but it's alrigh, here's your autograph".

"Gee, thank you!"

Farah passed her two exams. She finished her first trimester, now she could take a little rest.

In the evening she had a great time spray painting the sidewalk in front of the cafeteria while she waited for the one of her friend Harold's parties to begin.

Late at night she finished the novel she was writing. Two Thousand Glorious Moons came out of Farah's hard drive on its way to the publishing house. Farah had hope that book would do better than her previous one, South of Simhara, which was her readers' favorite so far. Farah would get royalties in 6 payments of $60.

In the morning, Farah took part in her second protest.

Again it was a whole success, plus, she got to the Free Thinker position in the Rebels social group.

And by the afternoon, spray painting the streets, she increased her Street Art skill to Level 2.

Saturday. Harold invited her bowling, but first things first, Farah had to do her laundry.

At the bowling, with her friend Harold, Farah had to focus to throw the ball. Harold wasn't sure she would get it right, but then...  

"See, Harold? Strike!"

"You can't beat me, you'll see".

Harold focused too on his shot and...

Apparently he wasn't as lucky as Farah.

"Oh no, I missed my shot! Ah, yours was just beginners luck".

Lucky or not, Farah celebrated with her favorite soda.

"Sorry, Harold. You loose. Now you'll pay for lunch".

Monday again, it was very difficult for Farah to get up, and minutes before her class she was still very sleepy, so she went for a coffee.

Tuesday. Farah almost didn't sleep thanks to another of those Harold's little parties, they happened almost on a daily basis. "Uff, I'm dying of sleep again, I have to stop partying with Harold".

Farah had become a frequent customer of the cafeteria.

 la cafetería.

"May I have a...?"

"Yeah, I know, a capuccino with cinammon. Right away!"

"Can it be I'm becoming a coffee addict?"

Before getting to class she had problems with the police!

"For an innocent wall tag at the cafetería?"

"Sorry, Farah. I know your Dad is an estimated cop in all Hidden Springs, but spray paint the public spaces is illegal. You'll have to pay a fine of 1000 simoleones". 

1000 simoleons?? What a rip-off! And on top of it she would be late for her class.

Fortunately, the professor was late too.

Well, the professor neve made it. Farah could go home and sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, she started a portrait of her dear friend Harold Assange. It would be a present on the farewell day, which wasn't that far away now. In a few more days, the University Life would end for Farah.