<hr/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Silver <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Try-sexual <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Distracted and grumpy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>[Open]</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Revelin Towler had a mind to change his courses all together from business development, to neuroscience. If only to find out why things changed, discipline wise. When you're a misbehaving child, the adults take things away from you. But when you get older, punishment is doled out with things piled up for you. It didn't make sense. Revelin hated both means of discipline. But the former seemed more manageable. The fact that it did little to alter his life much was always the preferred method of punishment. He supposed it was his own fault for allowing his father the ammunition to get to him. This way, Revelin was kept on a tight leash <em>and</em> being productive for the family. It brought him to a new level of self loathing that he had never stooped to before. <br/><br/>He had two big books swinging on his side in one hand, while the other was skimming the economics section. <em><strong>"The most boring fucking books in the world."</strong></em> He mumbled to himself. His phone kept chiming in his pocket. He knew the assigned tone well. Which was why he made no attempts to answer back. Besides that particular annoyance, there were a table of girls towards the end of the isle he was standing in. One of them had a laugh like a hippopotamus dying, and it kept getting louder and louder. His jaw clenched as he gave them the eye. All the while wishing he had some gorilla tape for that laughing slag's mouth. <br/><br/><br/></span>