Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Note to self: in the STFU universe, you can graduate from STFU with egregia cum laude as that can be translated as "with outstanding praise" or as "with hysterical praise."

I still kind of wish I could graduate with hysterical praise.

EDIT: According to Wikipedia, in France you can graduate with the notation assez bien ("good enough"). I know that the humor comes from how that's translated into English in the article, but I think I'd be pretty peeved if I graduated and my degree read "Good enough."

Note to self: Next time you are writing in the STFU universe and El makes an appearance have him wearing the following T-shirt: features a bunk bed on it and reads "Top or Bottom? Your call."

Because really, that is just too perfect not to include.

It was fall and that could only mean two things on the Stephen T. Frasier University campus. Classes and job fairs. Every year in the Quad various companies and organizations held recruitments, one smaller during the autumn season and a larger one during the spring before graduation. This week was devoted to the paladins. Every day a different set of blonde bimbos and romance cover rip-off men would come in and try to convince everyone to join the ranks of goodness and light and rainbows and defend the ordinary citizens of the world from those who had – gasp! – dark magic.

Erin would really be more sickened by the whole thing if the eye candy wasn't so enjoyable.

"Could you be a little less subtle there, Erin?" Canace said. They were sitting on a blanket under some trees that lined the Quad eating lunch. It was just the four of them: Canace, Brenna, Randolph and herself. One blood mage, a gray witch, a werewolf and a demon summoner. Perfectly normal. Nothing to see here.

"We're supposed to be keeping an eye on the paladins in case there's any trouble like last year. I'm just keeping an eye on them." A very close eye. Those jeans were so tight that they were practically indecent.

"You're a demon summoner. Those guys would call you evil and try to get you thrown in jail in a heartbeat. How can you even stand to look at them?" Brenna asked.

One of the paladins dropped a pen and bent over to pick it up. Nice. "It's a tough job, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice," Erin replied.

Took me a little bit longer than I intended to get this part out. Therefore you're getting the first semester and the short that comes after it (second semester). More tormenting and laughing at Justin.

( Justin, sophomore year, PG )

( Justin, sophomore year, second semester, PG-13 for language )

I think mentioned this poor guy to tygati once. I still find his entire existence to be hysterically funny. He sole purpose is to amuse me.

Yes, all dragons in a position of power are called Queens. XD

( STFU: Justin, Freshman Year )

This is what happens when I start rereading my STFU stuff.

Remember, no matter how bad your day is going it could be worse. You could be a character in one of my stories. Set in Tsaiko Hall on Seymour T. Frances University (STFU).

( STFU short story, R for language and nudity, no pairings )