May 15

Sierra asked me to help her move into her dorm.  The request in and of itself was so shocking, I couldn't refuse it.

When she went to Fort Starch, she was so smart that she basically tested out of high school, a full year and a half ahead of her schoolmates, including her gal pal Lily and her bestie Cammie.  And she's got a full athletic scholarship.   She's being recruited as the #1 prep prospect in ALL of Simland. 

She's being given a 2nd chance.  I hope she doesn't screw it up.

Even though she doesn't seem to be much for team sports, she's being recruited to play soccer and basketball for the university.  Dad was a professional soccer player so it's not like any of this is coming out of left field.   Sierra's been athletic since she came out of Mom's womb.  She started walking at seven months.  Walking.  She completely skipped crawling altogether.  When she was five, she could throw a perfect spiral.  Now, I don't know much about sports, but a spiral pass is one that's thrown so that the ball spins in mid air.   Even our old butler, Max, was in disbelief. 

She went off the rails in her teens, though, and eventually got sent to Fort Starch.  Unlike my brother AJ, who hated the place and everything about it, Sierra says she actually LIKED it.  She joined its chess club, its computer club, and played on several of its intramural sports teams.  She says she liked the structure, and even back at home before she went she was getting up at 3 and 4 in the morning to work out. 

She sent the selfie of herself testing out a bomb she built at Fort Starch.

She's a lucky duck though.  She's getting her own PRIVATE suite (not that rooming with Kay for most of my college days was a bad thing, it was great) in Henry Hall, possibly the best dorm on campus.  It's the one where the athletes stay.  There's a gym right next to her private bedroom so she could continue her 3 am workouts without even leaving her dorm. 

I think my sister needed the structure, though.  Mom's philosophy is kind of hands-off, to let us develop as we wished (her words not mine), and Dad, well, who was he to argue with Mom?  Nobody argues with Mom and gets away with it, not even Dad.