As you already know, Diego Manifisto is the Gurouth (or the Youth Guru). He loves to vomit his wisdom on impressionable minds. However, every once in a HUGE while, he calls upon the wisdom of others. Help him counsel this youth in his quest for social survival. 

If you accept this mission (life and social death are on the line), read on. 

The Scenario

Thanks for accepting the task. Get ready to impact a life (whether for good or bad is still to be determined). Here’s the scenario.

A scrawny little 5’3” freshman kid enters his high school campus on the Northwest side of Chicago. If you ask me, that has bully bait written all over it. For some reason, he believes that he’ll be able to disappear in the sea of a couple of thousand students. He’s wrong. 

For the sake of his identity, let’s call this pathetic guy, Trebor. While Trebor can count the number of hairs in his pits, he tries his best not to draw the attention of the fully-beared seniors (most of them are male). 

He stays away from the basketball players that are 2 to 3 times his height, the football players that are 2 to 3 times his width, and the soccer team who, despite being the same height, are 2 to 3 times hairier. It’s really tough to blend in when the only people you really blend in with are the oddballs.  Lucky for Trebor, it’s been an uneventful past few days of high school, despite the constant panic in his heart. 

Trebor sits imprisoned in division, his school’s equivalent to homeroom, where the lack of ventilation is inducing sleepiness until he hears his name called over the loudspeaker as a raffle winner. His heavy eyelids spring open. What raffle? He wonders. To his recollection, and he was known to be absent-minded at times, he had never entered a raffle let alone won one before. Even still, this is definitely the icing on the cake to a solid week. Maybe high school won’t be so bad after all. His division teacher tells him that he’ll have to claim his prize in the school lunchroom after school. 

Lunchroom? Not surprising, this dilutes his excitement a bit. What had he won? Cookies? Brownies? Maybe he won chocolate milk. If everything else went wrong with school food, Trebor could always rely on the chocolate milk. Even still, winning a carton of chocolate milk (or even a lifetime supply of chocolate milk) would be somewhat anti-climactic. Is it worth the trip to the lunchroom? Can I even carry a lifetime of chocolate milk home on the bus? He wonders.

What should Trebor do? Help him choose by clicking one of the options below.