I'm in love with the Time Control teacher, Ms. Astarte. Does anyone else have this problem? It's starting to interfere with my studies in class. Like today, we were supposed to be concentrating on manuevering moments into the points of the five parallelepipedal solids, and all I can think about is Ms. Astarte, staring at me, spreading open her leathery wings and bearing her fangs....of course, she's not really a demon, but like I said, I've got a crush! ;)


 

2001-12-22   Hugh Jassman

I can't say enough how happy I am to be at PsyHigh. The school has made such an effort to make sure I fit in - things like widened doorways, special chairs, and of course the toilet adapter. Now I feel I've finally found a place where I can learn to utilize my special gifts, such as my adamantium claws, time travel powers, and my delightful singing voice.

Here's to you, PsyHigh!
 

2001-12-27   bighead

Because of our special connection, I'm throwing a Welcome party for Hugh Jassman in the cafeteria this Friday at 8 o'clock. There will be refreshments, courtesy of the Future Psychic Homemakers Club, and Stinky Horse will be playing - I hear it's their last show at school before heading back to Tuva.

All are welcome to attend. Aside from members of the local Gigantism community, I'm sure the students who have been celebrating the Solstice non-stop in the garden and the woods will probably find their way to the party as well.

Let's all let Hugh know he's made it to the best Psychic High School in the country!

See you tomorrow night!
 

2001-12-28   PSYHIGH

hmmmm
 

2001-12-28   dobbler

Hey, is there some trouble in the cafeteria? I just tried to go in there, but the whole buidling is giving off an erie blue light and a low 'hmmmmmmm' noise. And the weirdest part was the closer I tried to get to it, the farther it seemed away. I wanted to see if the party was still going on, but now I think somebody should call Psycurity.
 

2001-12-29   Ed Raymond

Until further notice, the cafeteria is off limits. Though the area appears to have returned to normal, please do not pass beyond the orange cones set up around the building. The students within the building are unharmed - they are merely undergoing a routine debriefing and will be released shortly.

Thank you for your understanding.

Officer Ed Raymond
Psycurity
 

2001-12-31   ender

Almost back from the road...

Okay, I somehow screwed up again.

The place I ended up after the fog town was a futuristic superdimensional fortress, whatever that is. We all flew airplanes that turned into robots and a different kind of robot, and for some reason I was in love, and there was a lot of enphasis placed on music.

But the girl (she was really amazing) knew how I felt and said she couldn't (or wouldn't, perhaps), return my love, for she was engaged to the captain of a squadron of space fighters. I'm not sure if she really cared about him, or was too weak to get out of the relationship, but it was all very upsetting.

And then the enemy launched a huge final assault on our little SDF. It was bad, and all available pilots had to suit up to defend the fortress. We fought bravely, but many of us were killed in battle. I personally shot down (or is there a down in space?) thirty or forty enemy craft, especially with these cool swarm missiles that never seemed to run out. I could just shoot and shoot and shoot, and when one got too close for the missiles, I could turn into a robot and shoot them with my rifle or bayonet them. But we were losing.

Finally the fortress started helping us, in the form of lots of firepower. It started changing into a huge robot! I wondered if all the corrodors inside got confusing when that happened. It was then that the superdimensional fortress loosed its ultimate weapon! A pair of giant energy cannons that did huge amounts of damage to the enemy capitol ships and fighters.

But still they came.

Then, after a few more hours of fighting, there was only one other fighter on our side left - the squadron commander. Enemy bombers destroyed one of the landing arms of the fortress, but the other fired a big blast of energy again. But it was weaker, and soon that arm was destroyed as well. The squadron commander ordered me to follow him and we blasted off to the enemy fleet. Together we did what we could, but there were just too many ships. Their capitol ships didn't explode with the fierceness ours did.

The fight was much easier here, with no friends to watch out for. Pretty much anything we saw we killed. The enemies were actually beginning to fear us, because we never ran out of fuel or ammunition and we looked really badass when we fought.

The Commander got into a vicious fight with who we found was the enemy leader - the greatest warrior on their side. I did what I could, but it was not my fight-

Until he tore my commander's ship in half. I flew by him but he wouldn't eject. He told me to go back to her. That she really loved me and not him and that he had been a fool and didn't deserve her. Besides...he was dying. When he had finished his final words his ship exploded (as is the order of these things), taking at least thirty enemy fighters with him and leaving the enemy commander to me.

We fought for over an hour, and I used my most vicious fighting tactics to try and beat him. But he was very, very good. Finally I heard a voice over the radio. It was her! She began singing the most haunting song I had ever heard. Somehow her music gave me the strength I needed to ram my bayonet deep inside the enemy ship, kick it backwards and fire hundreds of missiles into it.

The enemy fled. They were terrified without their leader.

But the SDF was still in flames. They said it would explode and everyone needed to evacuate. I sped back to the fortress in my shot up fighter. I got out and searched the passageways desperately until I found her. We ran, dodging exploding stuff and falling debris until we got back to my ship and took off. We flew as fast as we could away from the crumbling, beautiful fortress. We held each other as the explosions began, and, in tears, shared a single kiss as the SDF exploded in a gigantic white sphere of energy, its shockwave shaking us back to reality several seconds later.

But I wasn't there. Somehow the explosion sent me through the alternate reality, and now I am back home.

Here. Home. Heh heh.

My hair is still jet black from the last alternate reality, and my scars from the fog town, and my grey eyes from the Vietnam one, and...oh my...

the psychic energy restrictors, my little friends, are now silver gauntlets with runes and fine engraving on them (some of it may be elvish). As a result, they have a taken on a celtic angle to their music that I hope will be gone in a week. They are really beautiful now.

I'm not sure what I've done, or why this is how it is. I only read the first three chapters of that book about alternate realities. I really should have finished it, but oh well, what the hell. I'm back.

I just got word that I reappeared in the cafeteria, and some kind of shindig was happening, and I think I caused a lot of damage and made some psychic rift that they can't close. That guy Ed, from the security guys, says I'm in trouble.

And I only just got back! Jerk.

I kind of miss that girl. Maybe I was in love. Hmm.




 

2002-1-2   Ed Raymond

The cafeteria is now open again, though the self serve soft ice cream dispenser will be off line until tomorrow afternoon.

There were a number of factors combining to create the dangerous and unfortunate events of last friday night. In addition to the irresponsible antics of Mr. Ender, there were a number of other reckless lapses on the part of the students involved. Consequently, there is now an indefinite ban on non-chaperoned events involving Time and Reality manipulation.

Contributing factors to the tear in the fabric Friday night include:

1) The estatic trance dancing meditation of a number of upper classmen, apparently begun at the time of the recent Winter Solstice and continued in the woods near campus until Friday, when the party moved indoors to the cafeteria.

2) The performance of certain experimental transcendental pop sutras by the group Stinky Horse, sung in sanskrit, with the intended purpose apparently to transport the party to Tuva (unsuccessfully).

3) Particularly, the actions of another student (who shall remain unnamed for legal reasons at present) who, in an apparent attempt to impress his Time Control teacher, attempted to perform a series of advanced time manipulation stunts (again, unsuccessfully). His actions alone were perhaps the most fundamentally disturbing of the night. As a result, there is also an indefinite ban on the following Temporal Node Manipulation Asanas:

Duplication of the Cube
Trisection of the Angle
Squaring the Circle

It is important to note that these prohibitions are in no way punitive to the student body as a whole, but in fact for the safety of all students. Any questions or comments can be addressed to Big Jim.

Thank you for your understanding.

Officer Ed Raymond
Psycurity
 

2002-1-2   ender

Pfft! Stupid Ed Raymond, stupid Big Jim. Bet you guys didn't know that Ed was the guy hunting me down in New York a month ago or so. Yeah. He really is a stickler for his "rules" and his "regulations". I suppose he has to keep an eye on a school full of students all capable of massive amounts of destruction and credit fraud, but still...

It's so good to be back. Raye Lynn left me some of this weird catnip that seems to work on humans and I have been playing with it all morning. It smells a little bit like love...assuming love has a smell.

My schoolwork is all done, including the finals, thanks to some masterful use of time travel (hence my irritation at those psycurity guys and their stupid ban). I did it myself, except I did it all several months ago, and took it with me. That was one of the alternate realities I was stuck in first; where I got to hang out with myself from about six months ago. Grandpa even helped! The weird thing was that we were contestants on a game show where dozens of gun and bat weilding guys would pour out of openings to try to kill us, and we had to blast them, and collect money. The MC would wish us "good luck" at the beginning of every level. And Grandpa used his strongest energy blast on Mutoid Man and blew his head off, revealing a skeleton that shot LASERS. Man, I miss Grandpa. And that girl from the space reality.

But not all realities are good. That fog one was pretty mild compared to the one where I had to go to hell to defeat some kind of cyber demon, and all my fellow space marines were on pikes in pits of fire, screaming, screaming about how they wished they had stayed in the National Guard or perhaps got a cushy desk job. But NOOOOOO they HAD to go to Mars and fight the strange monsters. I got this scratch across my stomach in that reality. And I think a cacodemon bit me.

You know, I bet that portal I created is in the self serve ice cream dispenser. Maybe I can go get that girl, and a few bars of gold bullion from the game show reality! I'll just have to sneak into the cafeteria at night! Clockwork!
 

2002-1-8   fruitbat

On behalf of everyone who lives in the woods, I want to say that we had nothing to do with the crashers at the party in the cafeteria. Since the night of the solstice there had been a bunch of partiers hanging out in the woods that we'd never seen before. We figured they went to Mystical High or something, since they were able to get onto campus property at all. Anyway, they just stayed and stayed, drumming their drums and chanting for days. And trashed the woods pretty good. We were glad to see them gone.

Psycurity's been grilling us for days after the party, and I just wanted to say for the record we didn't have anything to do with it. Our Grey Ladies were all sleeping in their cocoon pods, and the last thing we wanted to do was wake them up.

The day after they left and we were cleaning up all the crap the crashers left in the woods we found one of them asleep in the bushes. He was in pretty bad shape - all passed out, pale, hadn't eaten for days...leather jacket and spikey hair. He kind of looks like a senior who went here last year. We brought him back to the treehouse and are letting him sleep it off.


 

2002-1-10   Esoterica Weaseldale

I am not sure why there is a man with a big hat and a white dress on whirling in my room when I got back from Winter break, but I assume someone will come and claim him?
I spent winter break astrally traveling to the 'great depression' of 1934. I got to go to a massive west coast strike that shut down the whole coast. It was very odd. The movies were good though.
I am looking forward to fisnishing up my translation classes. I am not looking forward to things going bump in the night as freshmen attempt their first psycho-kinetic experiments. Also if people would not attempt levitation in the halls until they had smoothly worked out transport would make things easier. I do get tired of hearing people yelp,"look out below," it reminds me of being on a construction site, and having a freshman hurtle downwards at an alarming rate........