I started school recently, but I already feel at home. I love science and cooking classes, I never thought a human arm would be such a delicious delicacy.
Welcome to Psychic High School! Please don't pop me.
I'm from a balloon ranch, way out in the middle of nowhere. I was psychic home schooled, so didn't meet a lot of people growing up. Now everybody looks like a balloon to me, more or less.
Finally! I have made it through the tunnels of the Hollow Earth and found my way to the Psychic High School. Popped right up through your boiler room floor! Like a big troll!
But what even IS a boiler room? Do you boil so many things at this school you have a whole room dedicated to it? Is it for the lutefisk perhaps? This is wonderful news for me, as I have many strange jellyfish and skates from the subterranean seas of the hollow earth that I must prepare for eating.
Ha ha not for me, but for my ferocious pack of polar wolves that pull my travois.
A new psychic school year is upon us already!
I swear I must be caught in some kind of time loop. Just this morning as I was on my phone during the annual Mircea Eliade Re-welcome Breakfast, I ran into pictures from last year's event and I was wearing the exact same dress! I really must be in some kind of rut.
Could that be why my dashingly infuriating gentleman friend @
Seketus Reed continues to avoid any serious discussion of our relationship? Am I just too predictable? Well, predictably, he's off on another of his psychic spelunking adventures with yet another group of young interns. Maybe I just can't learn new lessons.
But you can! Sooooo many new lessons to learn! And the first of those lessons is "Don't be shy" and "Be honest!" and "Tell them how you really feel, before it's too late!"
Just add a journal entry to this story to share it with the group.
Sincerely,
A. Hazeltine
Student Activities Coordinator