The social climate of any BB (including this one) is alot like grade school. You've got the smart-ass kids like Parker and Stam over in the corner throwing spit-wads and cracking wise ass remarks. You've got the snot-nosed dweebs running around complaining about getting there lunch money stolen or not getting a turn on the swing. Then you've got the clueless who can't even find the playground (you decide who goes here ). The principal (Bob) is trying to maintain some disipline without being the bad guy, and then you've got the hall monitors like me, making sure everyone finds their class (posting reports) and generally modeling the student body president.