Round 1 – The Headmaster Scenario

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Daren Reed
Age: 35
Occupation: He is in Real Estate
Likes: His children, football, beer, cars
Dislikes: reality tv, bad food, Sadie's boyfriends
Daren met Nadia at 15 in highschool, she was 14. They have been in love ever since. He got Nadia pregnant when he was 18, and he stuck by her ever since. You can find Daren watching hockey or football games or fixing up old cars

Nadia Reed
Age: 34
Occupation: Soccer Mom/Housewife
Likes: Modeling, golfing, cooking, cleaning, children, shopping
Dislikes: Math, arguing, football, ignorance
Nadia loves spending time with her girls, taking them shopping and getting make overs. She is deffinately your typical housewife


Dillon Reed
Age: 17
Occupation: High school Senior
Likes: hot girls, abercrombie, hollister, cars, hockey, his friends
Dislikes: his sisters, ex girlfriends, parents nagging, homework, when friends say my mom is "HOTT"
Dillon is the most popular, most liked boy at his High school. He's preppy and plays on his schools Varsity hockey team. He's sort of seeing a girl from his school her name is Brittany and she is a sophomore

Sadie Reed
Age: 16
Occupation: High school Junior
Likes: pink, make up, shopping, her friends, boys, cheerleading
Dislikes: her brother, boyfriends, backstabbing, getting caught sneeking out
Sadie is deffinately a Daddy's little girl. She's girly, loves boys but won't date because of boyfriends in the past. She is well liked in school, shes a cheerleader, most of her friends like her brother and she thinks its annoying

Morgan Reed
Age: 12
Occupation: 7th Grade student
Likes: swimming, dressing up, playing the violin, pets.
Dislikes: Chef salad, clowns, homework
Morgan is going into junior high. She is just getting interested in boys and makeup. She adores her sister and looks up to her

This is the family portrait hanging in our living room

Dillon, Sadie, Dad, Morgan, Mom

Dad thought it would be funny to spy on the ladies.


Mom is so proud of him, he loves playing football with dad.

Round 1: The Gustavs

Headshots:





Mayee: Okay, it all started when everyone in the family was discussing our career options. Of course, my dream career is somewhere where a lot of communication skills are involved, while my brother is into being a surgeon like Grandpa. All of a sudden, the idea of a private school popped into Grandpa's mind.

Naturally, my mom was a little worried. First of all, it was quite far from home. Second, it would be expensive. Grandpa mentioned to us that the only things you need were a great looking house and delicious gourmet food.

My mom said, "Okay. Go for it."

So yeah, she called an appointment for a visitation with the headmaster. He said to her, that he would come at 5 PM. So, we spent the whole day preparing the house, while mom was busy with cooking (...but she left us with cleaning even if she can clean the whole house in 10 seconds...why Mom, why?)

5 PM came, and everyone was shaking with nervousness and excitement...Being used to these kinds of stuff, I went to the door, greeted him and went to the living room.



Gah, Mom was still preparing food, so we decided, "Maybe I should give him a tour of the house."

...and so I did.


(my brother's room)

According to him, the house was very nice and fit for conductive learning, or something like that...

Finally, mom was done with dinner. Breaded porkchops with Crispy Spinach. Now, Grandpa said something about our table manners and this might be our chance to be really accepted.



So there, we tried our best to follow peoper decorum and dining etiquette. However, the headmaster himself was an even messier eater. He would even lick his fingers (Mom and I just laughed it off while my brother, the neat-freak he is, scowled in disgust).



Before he went, the headmaster asked us if any of us had any special abilities. Suddenly, my mom pointed her wand at the dishes and borught them to the sink, then enchanted the dishwashing materials to clean them. That alone impressed Headmater Amin and accepted us to private school.

...and yes, we will attend the school.

Okay to answer the questions you probably have in mind:
1. It is not fake niceness. We really were ourselves during the visitation.
2. Seriously, Mom enchanting dishes probably was the one that made us accepted.
3. I can probably read your mind. Hehehehehe...
4. As you can see, we got accepted and will attend Simville Private Academy.

Round 1 - The Fairbanks'

Last week, Dylan got a call from the local private school. The headmaster, Mr. Harris, had read an article about his work and wanted to offer Willow (and Wren when she was old enough) a place at his school, free of charge. Dylan was heisitant at first, he wasn't fond of the school's reputation of pressurising kids to do work and their strict rules. However, Dylan wasn't the kind of guy to pass up a free offer, so invited the headmaster over to visit the family home.



Mr. Harris was imediately impressed with Willow. "To see the television off and a child reading is a rare sight nowadays," he remarked with a smile. Willow was against the whole idea of school, she hated the idea of uniforms, school dinners and teachers. In her eyes, her father was her only teacher.



The family meal went well. Dylan had spent all week memorising and learning the recepie for Lobster (Willow had reminded him that his famous Grilled Cheese Sandwiches proberbly wouldn't go down well) and thankfully, nothing was burnt.



At the end of the evening, Mr. Harris approched Dylan. He was delighted with Willow, and apparently Wren was "a bright girl, years ahead of her age". The two youngest Fairbanks' had been accepted into private school! However, Dylan wasn't entirely sold. He had found Mr. Harris rather false, and he seemed much more interested in test scores and the Sim State school leaderboard than in his students. He obviously could think of nothing better than Dylan Fairbanks, the Dylan Fairbanks', children attending his school.



When Mr. Harris said, "Your daughters will be a great asset to my school", that pretty much confirmed it for Dylan. He shot down the offer there and then, and remarked that he'd rather teach his children and they be happy, then to send them off to some private school were they'd just be another number in the system.

"You're making a big mistake, Fairbanks!" was the last thing Mr. Harris said before storming out of the door.