I'm eleven, and happen to have an IQ of 210. 
Me: Cool! So, it's cuz of your IQ that you got into this place? And if I'm right, since you're a genius, you've created a LOT of inventions in an effort to benefit mankind in certain ways, right??
Precisely! Dean Cane came to my house, cuz he'd heard rumors about my intelligence, and was very impressed with what I'd invented in my personal laboratory! So, after a bit of coaxing, I agreed to come here. It was a cinch to be here and fit in at first, but almost immediately after arriving, things started going very wrong for me.
Me: I'm just giving it a wild guess, Jimmy, but don't you think things started taking a turn for the worse because one of the current students was insanely jealous of you??
That is a distinct possibility, though not that probable...
Me: Dude, are you forgetting what that creep Seymour was about to force you to do?! Why not take that into account concerning all the bad luck that's already happened to you, and put two and two together??
Excellent point! Hmm...!! My jetpack did spin out of control, then I accidentally, or so it seemed, created a hazardous nitrate solution in lab class... *thinks for a few moments, then his mind clicks and he snaps his fingers* Of COURSE!! It all makes sense now! Everything that happened to me was Seymour's fault!! By the way, I never actually got your names... Would you be so kind as to introduce yourselves, please??
Me: Oh, sorry about that! I'm Emily, and this is Sarah. We're also students at Pamona; I'm surprised we never crossed paths before!
(Sarah, you can be anyone you wish in this thing! Have at it!!)