The Keeper of Knowledge: My Story as the 21st Century Founder at Sire University

First 18 of 537 pages.

Via E-Filing and Email
Seventeenth Judicial Circuit
Judge Daniel Kanner
201 SE 6th Street Florida, FL
333

CASE NO: COCE-26-041873 BANK OF AMERICA, N.A.,

Plaintiff,
vs.

JOSUE MORAN,

Defendant(s).
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Exhibits D–2

COMES NOW, the Defendant, by and through its undersigned pro se counsel and respectfully moves this Court seeking to enter the Defendant’s second exhibits, considering the Defendant explicitly stated to recommend this Court impose injunctions that bar certain University stakeholders at Stetson University and Miami University from entering campus in the previous pending filing of “Closing Arguments”:

1. The Keeper of Knowledge: My Story as the 21st Century Founder at Sire University

2. This book contains evidence of primary and some secondary stakeholders at Stetson University and Miami University who impeded the Defendant’s future opportunities.

3. This book contains all supporting information of the primary stakeholders required for the Court to take action and issue injunctions where it is deemed just and proper.

4. While this book provides an excellent snapshot of the story early on, this level of detail is not maintained and confidential dialogue is purposefully restricted until appropriate funding for the allocation of the film or television adaption is created first.

WHEREFORE, these exhibits sometimes fail to support secondary stakeholders like Dr. Susan Peppers-Bates for example. She was my advisor at first in the Philosophy department. Then it was Dr. Melinda Hall. When I tried re-entering the Philosophy department, Dr. Susan
Peppers-Bates blocked me from her class despite giving a first/second year student named Brooke O’Brien entry to her 300 level class intended for juniors. This forced the administration to remove Brooke from the class. They had me sign a behavioral agreement just to re-enter the Philosophy Department. Dr. Susan Peppers-Bates did not want me in her class despite not once taking a class with me in it, saying “Artemis got rid of the entire Philosophy Department”. I then went to the Psychology Department and Dr. Camille King advised I had to take a math class to be on track to graduate as a Psychology major. Dr. Camille King is a primary stakeholder who impeded the Defendant’s future opportunities. Dr. Susan Peppers-Bates is secondary because while I have all the email documentation, I failed to retrieve/save (take screenshot
communication about Dr. Susan Peppers-Bates) email evidence.

(Certificate of service is on the next page)

CERTIFICATE OF SERVICE

I HEREBY CERTIFY that on August 26, 2026, I electronically filed the foregoing document with the Clerk of the Court using the Florida Courts E-Filing Portal. I also certify that the foregoing document is being served on all parties who have designated an email for service in the E-Filing Portal system or by U.S. Mail to any party that has not designated an e-mail address for service.

Dated: August 26, 2026
Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Josue Moran
Founding Warden
Sire University

P.S: I may be contacted via email [jmoran@sire.university] at any time and all correspondence may be subject to public record.

4 The Keeper of Knowledge:

My Story as the 21st
Century Founder at Sire University
By Josue Moran 10/20/2024

5 It is a universally acknowledged truth, that an eligible bachelor in possession of a good knowledgeable history, should be in want of a university.

6 Table of Contents:
Introduction
Chapter 1: Stetson University
Chapter 2: Miami University (Ohio)
Chapter 3: Stetson University Pt. II
Chapter 4: Sire University

Introduction

Josue Moran, who was still going by Alex at the time, stood in the parking lot of Stetson University, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety as he watched his mother, Maria, and his sister, Arianna, unload the car. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter, a moment he had anticipated for weeks, yet a nagging feeling of uncertainty tugged at him. The weeks leading up to this day were fraught with second thoughts; Stetson had inundated him with marketing emails, a relentless barrage that promised a vibrant campus life and endless opportunities, but all Alex could think about were the warning signs. The university’s enrollment capacity and graduation rates weren’t particularly attractive, and the financial aid offers felt like a complicated puzzle rather than an invitation. Four different merit-based scholarships had come his way, each more enticing than the last, yet they all came with a catch—a net cost that still left him staring down a $5,000 gap. Ms. Ellen Lavan, his debate teacher, had been the voice of reason during his decision-making process, reminding him, “Look at the numbers, Alex. You need to be smart about this. These figures matter.” Her words echoed in his mind as he wrestled with the reality of his situation. After being rejected by several Ivy League schools, including Princeton and the University of Pennsylvania, he felt an unsettling mix of frustration and fear; despite having multiple interviews, it all seemed to amount to nothing. The rejection hit him hard, pushing him to the brink of desperation. In a moment of weakness, he breached his own ethics, driven by a need to know what his recommenders—Ms. Lavan, his debate coach; Christine Delrossi from his Advanced Placement English Composition class; and his guidance counselor, Ester Dawkins—had said about him. The problem? He had waived his right to view those documents when he submitted his application, a concept he didn’t fully grasp at the time. He thought that waiving would somehow grant him access to the letters, not realizing it meant he was locked out of that information. Alone in his application process, having graduated during COVID-19, he felt the weight of isolation. Although he could see Ms. Lavan's recommendation letter, accessing it was a different story; he either had to ask her to grant him access, which felt too vulnerable, or risk everything by logging into her email and changing her password. Knowing it was risky, he chose the latter. He deleted the password reset email to avoid raising any suspicions, confident that at her age, with her flip phone and limited digital savvy, she wouldn’t notice any unusual activity. When he finally opened the letter, a wave of relief washed over him. It was perfect—a balanced, heartfelt recommendation that captured his essence without exaggeration. Every word rang true, and he realized Ms. Lavan had truly done him justice.

I have known Josue for over four years. He started as a freshman in my Debate class. After a year in Debate, he was the obvious choice to become president of Debate. Over the years, I have come to recognize how special he is. His thirst for knowledge is second to known. He has empathy for others, a quality that many young people and adults never learn to acquire. It is easy for him to talk with students and adults. Numerous times, I found myself asking him what he would do in certain situations.

His home situation is not the best, and instead of feeling sorry for himself, he chose to learn from it and make the necessary changes to become a better person.

What I admire the most in this young man are the challenges he partakes in. He will enter a debate competition in a category that is one he is not familiar with. Winning was not his only goal, challenging himself with something new was more important.

He is a young man that is comfortable in his own skin. I have been teaching for over 20 years, and rarely do I meet a student who feels secured surrounded by many friends, but is also happy to be by himself.

Any college would benefit with Josue as a student. Not only is he an independent thinker but also a team player.

Descriptors:

smart
thoughtful
empathetic
funny
great listener

Dear Sir or Madam,

I know that numerous letters of recommendation and character references come across your desk for many qualified candidates, but I would like to bring to your attention a special young man. I have had the privilege of knowing Josue Moran since 2018, and I write this with true admiration for the young man.

Josue was only a freshman when he first entered my debate class. I found him to be
exceptionally intelligent, inquisitive, tenacious in his search for truth, but at the same time, possessing a good sense of humor laced with a heavy dose of common sense. For the last three years, Josue has been president of the Stranahan High School Chapter of the National Speech and Debate Association, exhibiting the work ethic and dedication to pursue any goal. He is a student leader par excellence. His abilities to make sound judgments based on a solid analysis of the problem, coupled with his mature understanding, have led other, more reluctant students into competing.

He first impressed me when I learned of his background. Josue overcame many family and educational hardships to become the young man he is today. It is clear that Josue is focused and dedicated to work but has never lost sight of humanity or the goodness in others. He is one of the most polite and respectful young adults that I have ever met.

Josue Moran represents all that a well-educated person should strive to be. Knowing the types of students any institution selects and produces, there is no one more deserving.

Sincerely,
Ms. Ellen M. Lavan
Stranahan High School Debate Honors

As he stood there, watching his family unpack boxes and set up his new home, Alex felt the weight of expectations pressing down on him. This was supposed to be a fresh start, but the shadows of doubt loomed large; would Stetson be different from high school? Would he find the support he needed, or would it turn out to be yet another “shit show”? With a deep breath, he stepped forward, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead, his mother’s reassuring smile and Arianna’s playful banter providing a sense of comfort. They believed in him, even when he struggled to believe in himself, and so it was time to carve out his own path, to transform uncertainty into opportunity. As the sun began to set over the campus, casting a golden hue on the brick buildings, Alex took his first step into the unknown, determined to make this journey count.

But at the same time, Alex felt he did not deserve all the awards given to him, especially when he stole an essay, a story from another student, Hymarya. They both were taking AP English Literature together with Mr. Haire, and the assignment was to create a personal essay for college and critique someone else's. While Josue did not receive Hymarya's paper, "Unity Over Adversity," which spoke about family conflicts and political spheres (“Hymarya asked her mother why she did not vote for Andrew Gilluem as Governor of Florida, since they usually vote for democratic candidates and her response was because he was black which made her ‘blood boil’ in anger, shouting what does being black have to do with anything?”) with a powerful resolve within her own family (“The next day mom coming from her shopping spree, she let Hymarya know that there was black man who helped her pick off her groceries off the top shelf, which made her smile), it was perfect. Josue received a paper about the depths of the ocean and exploration from another student, which he did his best to provide feedback on. His motivation behind his work ethic was rather convoluted; he was a hard worker, but it also helped that he liked the guy named Ethan. Josue had many fantasies but lacked the ability to confront them with the person he liked, akin to a shy girl, one might say. In his eyes, Ethan's paper wasn't good anyway. Josue learned of Hymarya's paper through a close friend named Marya, who actually reviewed Hymarya's work. Marya was the typical straight-A student, except Hymarya didn't particularly like math or science. You could see through Hymarya's writing style that it was unique. Marya's writing was powerful too, in a technical sense, but they were both better than Josue's writing, and he deeply knew it.

Josue felt he did not deserve the words given to him. He had convinced himself that Hymarya, the student whose essay he had stolen, was only going to community college as she stated in conversation with him previously. He thought that by taking her story, which spoke of powerful resolve within her own family, it might not matter as much; it would do good for him, at least. As he grappled with this moral quandary, he felt increasingly lost, caught between his achievements and the guilt of his actions.

11 Chapter 1: Stetson University
As they drove into Stetson University, the excitement was palpable in the car, but tension simmered just beneath the surface. Josue, sitting in the back seat, felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety as they neared the campus. When they finally arrived and he received his student ID, he noticed it read “Alex” instead of “Josue.” His heart raced, a mix of validation and annoyance flooding him.
“Why is it like that?” Maria asked, her brow furrowed as she glanced at the ID.
“It’s how I want to be called, Mom. Drop it,” Josue replied curtly, trying to dismiss the conversation before it escalated.
“That’s not your legal name, though! You could get into trouble!” Maria insisted, her voice laced with concern.
Josue rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore her. The last thing he wanted was a lecture on identity and legality on this day that was supposed to be about new beginnings.
“Just let it go, Mom,” Arianna chimed in, her tone firm but supportive. “It’s how he wants to be called.”
The tension hung in the air, but Arianna’s intervention seemed to ease the moment. Josue appreciated her backing him up, even if he felt guilty for putting their mother in a difficult position. He leaned back in his seat, staring out the window at the sprawling campus, hoping to focus on the excitement of the day ahead instead of the friction within the car.

Josue (Alex) is moving into his dorm room, which has two beds but is being used as a single due to COVID-19 restrictions.
Josue: (frustrated) “Mom, I really don’t want you here. Can’t you just go home?”
Maria: “I’m just trying to help, Josue! This is a big step for you.”
Josue: “I can handle it! You’re making it worse.”
(Tim, the Resident Assistant, enters.)
Tim: “Hey, just a reminder—only two people can be in the room at a time.”
Maria: (frustrated) “What do you mean? I need to use the bathroom. Can’t I just go in here?”

12 Tim: “I’ll have to check with my boss, but you’ll need to go downstairs to the gender-neutral bathroom.”
(The door closes behind Tim, and Maria turns to Josue, visibly upset.)
Maria: “This is ridiculous! They should have better accommodations for parents.”
Josue: I can't believe you're like this! I don't understand why you can't just leave me alone!” Arianna: “Josue, stop telling Mom to go. You always do this!”
Josue: “I just want to be alone! I’ll take care of putting up the clothes. Just leave me!” (Arianna rolls her eyes but walks out with Maria. They return shortly with a mini fridge and microwave.)
Arianna: “Okay, we got the fridge. Let’s just set it up quickly so we don’t disturb Tim.” (After they set up the fridge, Maria’s phone rings. It’s Justo, Josue’s father. Josue hesitates but accepts the call.)
Justo: (on video call) “Hey, son! I wanted to see your new room. Show it to me!”
Josue: (leaning away from the camera) “It’s just a dorm room, Dad. There’s not much to see.” Justo: “Come on, don’t be like that. I want to see how you’re settling in.”
Josue: (internally frustrated) “I really don’t feel like it.”
(Josue knows he needs his father financially for the $5,000 out-of-pocket cost, despite their rocky relationship.)
Justo: “I’m proud of you, you know. Just show me the place.”
(Josue reluctantly points the camera around, trying to keep his distance.)
Josue: “There’s a bed, a desk, and that’s it.”
Justo: “It looks fine, son. Just focus on your studies, alright?”
(As the call ends, Josue’s mind drifts back to darker memories of his childhood.)
(Flashback): Josue remembers the day he saw his father almost strangle his mother, Maria, during a heated argument. As he and his brother, Jesus, witnessed the violence, they had rushed to intervene, struggling to free their mother from Justo’s grip. They had succeeded, but the fear

had left a lasting mark on Josue. The next day, Maria told them that Justo got on his knees and swore to God he would never do it again.

Josue: (to himself) “I need to keep my distance. I can’t let that happen again.”

(He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the present as his family finishes unpacking and leaves, hugs exchanged.)

Alex sat alone in his dorm, the stillness amplifying his thoughts. The urge to explore the campus tugged at him, and a rumble in his stomach reminded him that he was hungry. Glancing at the mirror, he noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead and decided to change out of his damp clothes. He slipped into a pair of pink shorts that were a bit short for his taste, paired with a matching pink top. The colors felt bright and almost carefree, a stark contrast to the weight he carried from his family’s past.

He contemplated asking Tim for directions to the dining hall but quickly dismissed the idea; the thought of engaging with him again felt like a waste of energy. Instead, he headed downstairs, the coolness of the building giving way to the warmth of the outside air as he stepped out in front of Smith Hall. The grass stretched out before him, vibrant and inviting, and he took a moment to appreciate the safety of this new environment. Though he was still hungry, the sun enveloped him in its warmth, grounding him in the moment.

Looking around, he noticed the campus was quiet—almost too quiet. He stayed rooted in place for another minute, absorbing the scenery, until a figure walked by. Instinctively, Josue began to follow, like a lamb following its shepherd. He felt an odd mix of excitement and apprehension, his skinny frame struggling to keep pace with the stranger's confident strides. Each step was a reminder of his awkwardness, but he pushed through, eager to find his way and perhaps discover a meal along the journey.

Alex knew he was not beautiful, but he also recognized he wasn’t ugly, especially after the whole COVID situation had forced him to wear a mask that concealed his face—where most of his insecurities resided. He had a nice oval frame, yet the lack of practice in smiling throughout his life left him with a somewhat expressionless demeanor. Coupled with his skinny build, his face lacked fullness, accentuating his insecurities. He had a dental quirk, too: a back frontal incisor that resulted in an underbite, a consequence of an injury from when he fell onto a counter at eight years old. The fall had turned his baby tooth black and eventually killed it, leaving the adult tooth unsure of where to grow, which led to a chaotic competition for space between his secondary incisor and the canine on the right side of his face. This imbalance made the right side of his face appear more dominant than the left. As he arrived at the entrance of the dining hall, known as the Carlton Union Building, a student ahead of him opened the door wide, and Alex felt a rush of gratitude, almost like a princess being welcomed into a grand ballroom. Inside, he noticed a group of football players lined up, their confidence palpable as they pushed him to the

front of the line. He couldn’t believe it—he had finally made it! After getting his food, which included eggs, sausage, grits, and hash browns, he felt a swell of pride. It was a small victory, but it meant a lot to him. He snapped a few pictures and sent them to Arianna, who quickly replied, “That looks good!” Her words brought a smile to his face, momentarily easing the insecurities that seemed to shadow him.

Alex returned to his dorm, eager to set up his computer and arrange his belongings. After a few moments of organizing, he decided to unwind by playing some League of Legends, fueled by a newfound energy that surged through him. A couple of hours later, he could hear Tim directing new students as they moved in, the sound of his voice cutting through the air. Curiosity piqued, Alex quieted himself, wanting to listen in on the brief exchanges. Once the conversation wrapped up, he ventured into the hall, ready to confront Tim with innocent questions. Feeling more confident, he believed he could navigate this exchange of knowledge through conversation, finding the right words to say.

Despite his dislike for Tim, Alex felt an undeniable physical attraction toward him. Tim wasn’t conventionally attractive, but his tall, solid build contrasted sharply with Alex’s own petite frame, standing at just 5'5". As Alex walked past his dorm, he pretended to head to the bathroom next door, and in that moment, their eyes locked.

“Have you eaten?” Tim asked, noticing Alex’s visibly skinny frame.

Alex seized the opportunity to playfully deflect his insecurities. “Do you know where the dining hall is?” he replied, using the question as a way to create distance between himself and his body image.

Tim offered some directional guidance, but Alex struggled to interpret the instructions. “Yeah, I understand,” he said with a smile, trying to maintain a light atmosphere despite the confusion.

After their brief interaction, Alex returned to his dorm and changed clothes. He felt that his outfit was drawing too much attention, and he wanted to lie low for a while as he adjusted to this new environment and began to shift his body image with the energy he had discovered.

When Alex arrived at the dining hall, he was met with a bustling crowd of students, a stark contrast to the quieter atmosphere he had experienced earlier. Relieved that he had changed into more understated clothes, he felt less inclined to draw attention to himself. He grabbed a slice of pizza and a few other items, including some tempting brownies, and soon found himself stuffed, satisfied by the hearty meal.

Afterward, he returned to his dorm and dove back into his games, losing track of time as he immersed himself in the virtual worlds. Around 9 PM, he finally decided to brush his teeth and prepare for bed. He took a shower as well. As he lay down, Alex recalled the times he had

begged his mom for a softer mattress, a small luxury that now felt like a blessing. He sank into the bed, feeling the comfort envelop him, and drifted off to sleep, recharged in a way he had never experienced before.

When he woke up, the sensation was different; he could feel his body healing itself, the fatigue of the past melting away. For the first time in a long while, Alex finally had the chance to rest, to recharge both physically and mentally, and it felt liberating.

The next day, Alex learned over the instagram dining page the fact that during the weekend, the dining hall only served breakfast and dinner. As he made his way to breakfast, he crossed paths with Daniel, a focus orientation leader who went by Danny. She was transgender, and Alex was struck by her warm demeanor despite her being way taller than Alex. She approached him with a friendly smile and asked if he’d like to join a group chat on Instagram. “Sure, why not?” he replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie. Danny complimented him on his red hair, which made him feel a bit more at ease in this new environment.

After their brief conversation, he headed into the dining hall for a satisfying meal. He felt good and energized, ready to explore the campus more thoroughly. After breakfast, he wandered around, taking in the sights and sounds, and soon found himself in the library. The space was inviting, with two stories and a cozy basement filled with pillows and cushions, perfect for lounging and studying. He loved the atmosphere; it felt conducive to learning and creativity.

As he meandered around, Alex also appreciated the process of getting his meals. The campus wasn’t particularly large, which made navigating to his classrooms relatively easy. He liked that it was at least bigger than his high school, offering a sense of freedom and opportunity. As he walked from building to building, he could envision himself spending the next four years here. Despite knowing that Stetson wasn’t the best choice academically, it was all he had, and he felt a sense of belonging beginning to take root.

He had almost flown to Louisiana State University, but the financial aid offer hadn’t been helpful, forcing him to decline his acceptance. Now, as he stood on the cusp of this new journey, he felt a flicker of hope. Stetson might not have been his first choice, but it offered him a chance to carve out his own path, and for that, he was grateful.

Alex reluctantly picked up the phone to call his father, needing to ask for $600 to cover some unexpected expenses. The thought of speaking with Justo filled him with unease, memories of past trauma swirling in his mind. Their conversations had rarely been easy, often fraught with tension and unresolved issues.

“Dad, I need you to send me $600 tonight,” Alex said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Why do you need it?” Justo replied, his tone more curious than concerned.

“It’s for school. I’ll explain later. Just send it, please.”

After a moment of silence, Justo agreed, and within minutes, the funds were transferred. “I’ll send it,” he said simply, and that was that.

Once the call ended, Alex felt a mix of relief and frustration. He knew he had to call the office tomorrow to see if they could reduce the amount with a scholarship, as the cost felt
overwhelming. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was doing what he needed to survive in this new chapter of his life.

On Monday morning, Alex woke up feeling a mix of determination and anxiety. He brushed his teeth and steeled himself for the call he needed to make to the Bursar's office. He was hopeful that there might be some reductions available in the monthly bill or a scholarship to help cover the daunting net cost of $5,000.

After a few rings, Candi Thompson, the Assistant Bursar, answered the phone. "Bursar's office, how can I help you?" she asked.

“Hi, this is Alex. I wanted to see if there are any reductions available for my monthly bill or if there’s a scholarship that could help with my costs,” he explained, trying to keep his voice steady.

Candi took a moment to look up his account. “Let me see what I can do for you, Alex. I’ll check into your options and get back to you shortly,” she said, her tone reassuring.

A couple of hours later, Alex received a call from the financial aid office. They informed him that an additional scholarship had been approved to cover the cost he was worried about. Relief washed over him as he hung up the phone. This was a significant step forward, and for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope about his financial situation.

During lunch, Alex spotted Dani and felt a surge of eagerness to say hi. As he approached, she smiled brightly and asked if he wanted to sit together. Alex enthusiastically agreed, but once they got their food, he felt a bit lost about where to settle. Dani kept waving and greeting various people who walked by, making him feel slightly out of place. Eventually, after a moment of hesitation, he chose a spot to sit, and Dani followed him.

As they sat down, Alex couldn’t help but think about Dani’s weight gain since they first met (seeing his earlier instagram photos). She had perfectly aligned teeth and a cute face before, but now it seemed like her confidence might have taken a hit. He deemed it inappropriate to bring up the topic, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

17 At first, there was a bit of silence between them. Then, two girls approached their table, greeting Dani with friendly smiles. Dani introduced Alex as a first-year student. “This is Alex,” she said, “he's a psychology major.”
The girls looked at Alex with curiosity. “What’s your major?” one of them asked.
“I’m a psychology major,” Alex replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I don’t know if I’m smart enough to be here, though.” He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
“It’ll be okay!” one of the girls reassured him. “You’ll figure it out.”
Dani turned to Alex and asked, “What are your pronouns?”
It was the first time anyone had asked him so directly. “They/them,” Alex replied, feeling a sense of validation.
The other two girls chimed in, “My pronouns are ‘whatever.’”
Dani laughed, “Well, I guess I gotta call you ‘whatever’ then!” They all chuckled, and the girls eventually left, leaving Alex and Dani to their lunch.
As Alex tried to eat his food, he felt a bit chilly and shaky, the nervous energy still lingering. He turned to Dani, wanting to know more about her. “Why Stetson?” he asked.
“My parents would pay for a college that covered 70% of the cost,” Dani explained. “So, Stetson was the choice.”
Alex nodded, recalling his own financial struggles. “I had to pay $5,000 out of pocket at first, but they ended up covering it after a few calls,” he said, watching Dani’s reaction.
“Wow, I’m a bit surprised to hear that,” she replied, her eyes widening.
“What’s your major?” Alex asked, curious about Dani’s path.
“Sociology,” she answered.
Alex thought for a moment before asking, “Do you feel safe around campus at night?” He wanted to gauge her comfort level, hoping to forge a deeper connection.
Dani responded, “Inside Stetson, everyone is fine; they don’t care who you are. It’s outside of Stetson that’s a different story.” She leaned in slightly, her expression turning serious. “Drivers will scream at you and such. I’ve had it happen to me before.”

Alex gasped, surprised by her words. “Really? That’s awful!” he exclaimed, feeling a mix of concern and empathy.

Dani nodded, her gaze steady. “Yeah, it’s more of a proximity thing when it comes to those kinds of people. Some just don’t understand or care abo…

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