Psh. As if. You're always my favorite person. You just constantly reaffirm your standing in my eyes. It's like Strong Bad, with his bullhorn hand... I walk past you (or post past you, or whatever the proper metaphor is here) and all I can hear is "I am still awesome. Seriously."
I am surrounded by 16 year old girls. The only thing worse than that is being surrounded by 16 year old lacrosse playing girls. Which means they are rich as well. Why couldn't that counselor tell me that the rooms that needed to be unlocked did not? I really did not enjoy opening people's rooms to find they were in there, makes me feel like an asshole.