My mother has been fascinated by ghosts her whole life. Sometimes I think she's spent more time with ghosts (studying, etc) than with living people. She said it started when she was a child, when she used to sneak out of my grandparents' mansion at night, exploring and working in the cemetery in her birthplace of Sunset Valley, then she moved on to the international locales before moving on to hunt them in homes and businesses. Now she lectures about them at conventions and teaches courses about them at universities.
Speaking of which, Mom was invited by Dr. Noetal to guest-lecture here this semester. I don't know how to feel about this. Granted, I'm not taking her course, and to my knowledge, neither are AJ, Imsety, or Satis, but seeing her on campus still makes me very uncomfortable. I mean, Mom cuts an intimidating figure walking the pavement, even carrying a student knapsack. Can you imagine her lecturing a class? You'd have to run for cover. I can't see students falling asleep in her class. She wouldn't let them get away with it.
Oh, guess who's doing the campus blog?
I don't think of myself as much of a writer but I've been doing it since my teens and I think I like it. Of course, I'm not anywhere near the writer my mother is or my aunt was and probably will never be. As many musicians as there are in the family, there were and are as many successful novelists, too. My aunt (and namesake) Margaret Plumb was a successful science-fiction novelist, and my mother writes paranormal fiction.
AJ swears up and down that he is going to take college more seriously this time around. He managed to pull a 'B' average last term and he barely cracked open a book, but he's so smart, he could do so much better. He doesn't even know how smart he is. His admissions test score gave us some clue. So far, though, he is holding up his end of the deal. Was that really him in the dorm library with one of his study books?
And did he actually go to class first thing Monday morning?
And was that really my brother raising his hand in class...
...while the physics professor was drawing Saturn's rings?
And, even more astonishingly, did my brother REALLY attend a Monday evening calculus tutoring session....
...taught by the one and only Alex Vanderburg? Seriously? Or do I need my eyes checked? As much as I love my brother and know that Mom had to make and BEG him to attend college, this change, if this is true, is a complete 180 for him. I want to believe this is true, I really do.
Who is this person and what has he done with my older brother?
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