He was handsome, tall, a neat dresser. All the girls loved him. He seemed aloof, barely noticing their flirts. Of course that made them all the more eager to penetrate his reserve. He was intelligent and shy, frequently seen in the college library. His quiet demeanor may have appeared to be smugness, but he was far from that description.
Michael James Smith was an enigma. He was an extraordinary young man with a common name. Every morning he made his bed, made sure his dorm room was clean and neat. He carried his completed assignments and turned them in on time. He didn’t belong to any social groups but was on the cricket team. These traits were set forth by his parents and I imagine they are very proud of him.