Very willing to learn new things
Drinks heavily when he’s struggling emotionally
Worries about being disowned by his family
Raised in a strict Catholic household, Gabriel could hardly do anything without his parents asking where he was, who he was with, or what time he would be home. Sundays were restricted to family time. Skipping a church service was not an option. Wednesday nights were devoted to youth groups and Confirmation. His parents even dictated that he had to pick up a sport or an instrument. Cross-country running was one of the few things he got to choose, and he felt like it gave him a chance to run away from everything he hated.
By the time he started applying for colleges, his parents were pushing him to attend a school affiliated with the Catholic Church. Out of spite and anger at having to follow all of their rules up to that point, Gabriel instead chose a public school far, far away. Once there, things changed a lot. In trying to be his own person and get back at his parents for years of control, he put himself everywhere they wouldn’t want him to be.
He covered his arms in tattoos as a visual representation that no one had any control over him. Joining a fraternity was another slap at his parents. He knew the stereotypes they tended to embody. The idea of joining a brotherhood that didn’t focus on religion largely appealed to him. Of course, once the drinking and partying was added in, Gabriel turned into the kind of person who would talk to anybody, party hard, and drink until he forgot.
Drinking to forget is exactly why he parties every chance he gets. His parents have all but cut him off completely. Every time he goes home, they express disappointment that he didn’t turn out as successful as his brother. He receives a letter at least once a week in which his parents try to pull him back to the path of God. Gabriel just wanted to be his own person, but after a freshman year filled with booze, marijuana, skipped classes, and unfinished homework, he fell into a trap he didn’t know how to escape.
He hates being seen as “that guy,” the one who parties all the time and doesn’t care, but he doesn’t know how to be the person he wants to be. All he really wants is to find true acceptance and a place to belong. He knows he belongs with the fraternity at the moment, but after graduation, he’s afraid of losing all of that. More so, he’s afraid of always being part of the fraternity and never really being himself.
Gabriel’s biggest secret is that he fancies men. He hasn’t told anyone for fear of judgment or harassment. He is especially afraid to tell his family as that would be grounds for them to disown him entirely. Underneath everything, Gabriel just wants to find a place where he can be himself, be happy, find acceptance, and fit in without conforming to another’s standards or doing all he can to avoid conforming.
Mary Elizabeth Hudson, Mother, 54
David Paul Hudson, Brother, 28
Intro to Psychology
Track and Field
Kate grabbed the rented tent, her sleeping bag, and her backpack out of the bus. She took a moment to look around at the crowd of students before following them off towards the campsites. She certainly wasn’t one for social gatherings, so she briefly wondered why she had even signed up for the trip. Oh, right. Her freshman year was officially starting in a few short months. Was it down to a few short weeks now? She kept losing track. All she really knew was that Centennial State was a fresh start for her. She had signed up for the trip in the hopes that she’d be able to meet a few people before actually starting school. Being the new girl in Daly City had been downright terrifying. She hadn’t made friends easily, which had made the whole situation miserable. She knew everybody here would be new, they would all be in the same situation, but that almost made it worse. In Daly City, people had their friend groups and they weren’t overly concerned about letting someone else in. Here, however, there would be a load of “let’s get to know each other” games and all that other crap that Kate would rather avoid.
With a sigh, she followed the other students. Many of them looked older, as if they stayed at the school year-round. Most of them probably did. It was a beautiful area, and if they were anything like her, the idea of going home for any extended period of time did not appeal at all. She watched various groups chatting, trying to pick upon the habits and traits. Was this one of those schools where the students fit the stereotypes? Were the bubbly blondes the cheerleaders and the muscular, good-looking guys the football players? Or were some of them different enough to be the science geeks? Kate didn’t really care either way. She was just curious. She wanted to know who could potentially be good to make light conversation with and who she should avoid. She knew there were sororities around CSU. They didn’t bother her, of course, but from what she had heard of sorority girls, she was a bit wary of them.
Reaching the campsites, Kate looked over the whole scene, trying to pick a place to pitch her tent. The students were breaking off into their own groups, setting up little circles of tents and sleeping bags here and there. She had spent much of the ride lost in her own little world or trying to make sense of the chaos around her. Now, she wished she had made an attempt to talk to the other students. How pathetic would it look if she ended up camping all by herself? Granted, she almost would have preferred that, but it would still look sad. Not exactly the impression she wanted to leave this early on. Starting conversations wasn’t exactly her forte, though, so she turned away to one of the empty areas and started pulling her tent out of the bag. At the very least, maybe somebody would take pity on her and decide to camp next door.