Hi,
I woke up a few days ago in what I guess was the wreckage of the lab?? I awoke in a ditch, which looked like it was created by such a big explosion that it pulled up the ground. I was dirty and all I was wearing was a hospital gown, but not harmed. Everything was destroyed to the point where you could not recognize a chair from a filing cabinet, everything except a few singed pieces of paper with a logo of a brain and a lightning bolt going through it. Worst of all, I don?t remember any of it. The last thing I remember was when that old guy touched me. Thankfully I kept a journal even when I was supposedly captured, or I would be even more confused. My best guess is that who ever was trying to take advantage of the "old students? destroyed evidence so no one would find out what was going on. My best guess was that my psychic ability subconsciously kicked in for the second time and made a protective bubble a few feet around me. What I fear the most is that their are other students who were not as lucky as me, and if they erased my memory, then they must have done it so no one even remembers the lost students. I went to see my roommate and he did not know who I was! They think I am not a student, and I cant blame them, a 50 year old (or who at least looks it) that no one can remember comes up and claims that only a week ago was 16 and that everyone except for him has had their memory altered and that?s why they don?t remember any of this. Well I am staying at in the lawn shed for the east Lawn on a cot while they decide if they believe me. I think they are just trying to figure out what nut house to send me to.

 

2003-5-17   river nine

WEll, it was a long strange trip, but I'm finally over the 'psychic contagion' - Geriatric Psycho-Displacement is what they ended up calling it. Now that the cure has been discovered, all of us who were infected should be recovering soon.

Though we had to die first.

I was one of the original infected students, on the field trip to Psychic Nursing Home. I made friends with an old old man named Chuck. He sat in a wheel chair with a plaid blanket over his legs. We talked a bit, and though I don't know how much he was really aware of, he did pat my hand. That was the moment of infection, apparently. Big Jim didn't touch anybody, so he didn't catch it.

The next part, everybody knows about - we got older, and the old folks at Psychic Nursing Home got younger. What Dr. Chamahez figured out was that there was a one-to-one connection between each infected student and each Psychic Nursing Home resident that was growing younger.

When it became clear that Dr. Chamahez couldn't halt or even slow down the aging processes, she decided the only way out, was through. So, they paired us each with our counterpart from the nursing home, and let 'nature' take its course. As I lay dieing, Chuck sat at my bedside, looking as young as healthy as I did the day I visited him (and I as old and wrinkly as he was).

What happened next, Dr. Chamahez claims no role in. As the last whisps of life slipped away from me, Chuck patted my hand. I saw the tunnel, the light, the usual shtick they teach you about in Near Death 101, and then suddenly I'm looking at myself from outside - I'm looking at myself through Chuck's eyes. But they're not Chuck's eyes, they're mine, and it's Chuck that's in the bed, dead, inside of the old and wrinkly body, that had been mine.

As for the body I'm in now, while it's not exactly 'mine,' well...it is now! Seriously, it's in great shape - the same forces that had been aging mine had been reversing the process in Chuck's, so it's practically brand new. And luckily, Chuck was a pretty good looking teenager....

So, I'd really like to thank Dr. Chamahez and the entire medical team at Psychic High. Over the next few days all of the infected students will be making the transition in the sub-basement of the medical lab. Apparently the vast majority of the Nursing Home residents have been obliging in the great sacrifice they've been asked to make in helping us get our youth back.

I guess I owe my greatest thanks to Chuck. So here's to you, Chuck!
 

2003-5-11   the new kid

It took me while to remember how to use this thing. They left one this computers that, that young bill gates made, in here. I had to, I had to write down every night what I remembered so I could get the phone cord in the wall and cut it, and make a connection to this world web thing. I forget more and more, and have more to have more contempt for those youngins in this school. We are all under ground, there are testing some of us, and just isolating others (like me) I can see the testing area threw my window. First there is the wall where all the isolation rooms are, metal doors with small triangular windows. The rooms extend down a open hall way. There is no
bright light in here, they say it will do bad stuff to us (but I think it may be the opposite) The ground in this whole compound is metal. The far wall is made of natural shaped rock. All the light is this blue shadow that does not seem like its coming from anywhere. There are also small white or green lights, that do not shine very far or bright from the imedate area, they dot the whole place. With equpment, the equipment. I hear them scream at night sometimes when there "treating" the others. They take lots of blood samples, mix them with other things, then inject them into animals. Its like they are looking for something, some result, but all I see is that the monkeys sure don't look to happy about it. There is this one big examination table in the center of the lab, with the only real bright lights in the place shining on it. The switch to it is in a locked cabnet. Only the lead scientist holds the key. They use the light on the animlas a few hours after they have been injected. Sometimes the monkey just falls to the table, sometimes it screams, one time I saw the monkey, still standing, it suddenly gave this violent twitch, and then its arm pulsed, it screamed louder then I every heard anything scream, and, and its arm, the best way I can put just blew off. Half my cell is filled with junk, the other half is my bed and a toilet. The first side, thats where the computer was, I fixed it and here I am. My joints hurt. It hurts to type, I use to be able to type all day and be fine, but now it hurts to type.
 

2003-5-8   Lunch Lady

At the request of the aging, occupying force in the cafeteria, there has been a change in the cafeteria menu, begninning next week:

Monday: Egg drop soup, chicken chow mein, mashed rice, oatmeal bread, mandarin oranges, soft fortune cookie.

Tuesday: Shepherd's pie, mashed carrots, rye bread, chilled pears.

Wednesday: Meatloaf with brown gravy, mashed potato, mashed diced beets, oatmeal bread, pistachio pudding with topping (mashed).

Thursday: Turkey ala king, remashed potato, steamed garden vegetable, biscuit, mashed mash, chilled mixed fruit.

Friday: Spaghetti with marinara sauce, italian bread, migraine, applesauce, grape juice.

Also, don't forget that supplemental vitamins become mandatory beginning Monday. Thank you.
 

2003-5-5   elspeth

I'm so angry I could chew nails! No one has any respect for their elder classmen anymore, playing their loud Rock Music at all hours of the night! I just know they're probably involved with Drugs too. And the Satans! Did I mention the Rock Music?

And how about that cafeteria food? That's not what our parents are paying for - crunchy and sticky and oh it gives me such gas! More jello, I say! And apple sauce! And more fiber! You'd think there was a conspiracy to get us so blocked up we explode!

I say we take the Cafeteria! Are you with me?!! Everybody who wants to, meet with with your walkers and wheel chairs in front of the cafeteria at Dawn tomorrow! We'll show them they can't pull one over on us! No siree.

Whippersnappers!




 

2003-4-28   the new kid

Well early this morning I awoke to find some of my hair on my pillow, and what of it still remained on my head was all white! I decided it must be nothing and continued on with my my day
Well early this morning I awoke to find some of my hair on my pillow, and what of it still remained on my head was all white! I decided it must be nothing and continued on with my day. But as I was walking to one of my morning classes some one screamed "theres another one" and pointed at me, I instinctivly ran, and did so for a second or two before I realised my bones hurt to much. I luckily got around the corner, and slide into a window of one of the many buildings on campus. I dont know what building I am in, but there are a bunch of computers in it, and I decided that I better write a journal entry because who ever is after me probably thinks I have that old person thing, so I may have to be contained for a while, once they find me. I actually saw the flyer about it, it said,... o danm, they are hitting the door now, I better go, I probably wont write for a while till then.
 

2003-4-27   Dr. Chamahez

A psychic contagion has been released on the student body as a result of the field trip to Psychic Nursing Home. All students who participated in the field trip have been quarantined in the emergency sub-basement infirmary. Infected students exhibit traits of advanced old age, including decreased bone mass, wrinkling and sagging of the skin, difficulty thinking, confusion, tendency to repeat the same stories over and over again, and refusal to stop driving.

All students who have come in direct or indirect contact with the original patients are at risk of contracting this psychogenetic syndrome. If you witness any of the symptoms above in yourself or others, please report them to me via the spirit chalk board in the Larkspur Office Annex.

Students found acting especially pedantic or ranting in strange, self-involved monologues will be checked for infection and quarantined immediately. Until further notice, all entertainment events including astral dances, telepathic mixers, shared dream motivation, and daydream break times are cancelled.

On the brighter side, the residents of Psychic Nursing Home are experiencing a period of rejuvenation, and apparently growing physically younger by the day. Hair and energy returning, some have begun to listen to the 'Rap' music and allow their pants to ride exceedingly low.

More on the issue as it progresses.

Dr. Chamahez

 

2003-4-27   the new kid

As I took another of my usual walks around the campus, I suddenly thought I saw the back of my granpa's head. WIith a steal walker, olive green jacket and bowling shoes, it was his spitting image. I was so happy that he decided to come visit, finally a family member that would accept me. But when I ran to see his face I found that it was not him, but a fellow student who I remember from psychic self defense class. Suddenly Ms. Chamahez ran up saying "you cant break our appointment time, this is serious" and walked off with the guy. Its so strange, I see all these bits of weird situations but have no idea what there about , like last week, when I was taking one of my late night walks. I was walking in front of the Cafateria, when the lunch lady flys back though the swing doors and lands on the side of a tree, like she had been thrown. She had these fresh tentical marks on her arms. Not even noticing me, she gets up and screams out this battle cry and runs back in holding this huge knife covered in green blood. Thats weird, right? I have been taking these tests to mark my psychic level, but I have shown no psychic ability since I got here. I feel kind of disconected from everyone at the school, like I do not relate. I think this is something I need to figure out on my own.
 

2003-4-27   the new kid

As I took another of my usual walks around the campus, I suddenly thought I saw the back of my granpa's head. WI was so happy that he decided to come visit, finally a family member that would accept me.
 

2003-4-24   Big Jim

Thanks to everyone who participated in the Psychic Nursing Home Field Trip. The residents of Psychic Nursing Home have asked me to let you all know they're feeling younger than ever as a result, and can't wait till your next return. Which I'd like to schedule as soon as possible.

As for the odd symptoms participants have been experiencing, please continue to report to Ms. Chamahez in the infirmary.

Big Jim



 

2003-4-22   creaky

Ever since going on the Psychic Nursing Home field trip, I've felt a little tired and feeble. Maybe I caught some kind of bug? Is anyone else experiencing these symptoms? I find I wake up at dawn everyday and want to go walking, but then need a nap in the afternoon and am in bed by 8. And I've got the uncontrolable desire to watch reruns of Matlock and Murder she wrote....
 

2003-4-14   Big Jim

Psychic Nursing Home Field Trip

All students are invited to take part in this year's field trip to Psychic Nursing Home. Transportation will depart from in front of the library this Saturday morning at 9:00 am, and will return by 4:00 pm.

Students who wish to be involved are asked to bake cookies, knit brain cozies, take part in the Habermasian Memorial Choir (rehersal this Wednesday in the gym at 7:00 pm), and/or be prepared for some serious psychic spelunking into the depths of the massive, aging psyches of the greatest generation.

Students with an apptitude for Deep Sea Diving, Psychic Archeology, and whom time travel does not make nauseous are asked especially to take part.

See you there!

Big Jim