Ian and the others all nodded in agreement; Mr. Gardner was certainly the shadow over the Stanford chapter of SSD. While boasting a school alumnus who had made it onto the school's board of trustees was worth bragging about, feeling the strict demands that came with it wasn't pleasant. Whenever the University held a public welfare event or charity activity, if SSD didn't appear sufficiently involved, Mr. Gardner would pop up at the Fraternity house like a villain from nowhere, to have a chat with everyone.
"That's right, when the newbies step onto our turf, expecting to see something fun, then Mr. Gardner, with a stern face, tells them he expects every SSD member to take a day out of every week to help illiterate homeless people in the area with literacy classes... I guarantee no rookie thinks that's cool," Derek added.
