I was able to get a seat -- way in the back -- for the summer term of Advanced Augmented Robotics (or AAR!!! as it's known to students). I'm only auditing the class, but I'd heard that both @Scarlette Sarris and @Psy - Sean Sarris were going to be in it so made sure I was in the room to make my observations.

What I didn't realize is that Scarlette's cyborg arm -- @arm.X-1 -- had it's own chair in the room! And that arm is the life of the party let me tell you. Not only with its acrobatic moves all around the room, but when Scarlette shouts "POWER ARM!" and kneels down with her arm in the air and there's this big thunderclap and the arm shoots across the room and couples up with her and then BANG! suddenly she's covered in red hot power armor. The first time it happened her brother Sean ran up to touch her and burned his hand.

Which explains why my Twofold Orb of Tweeling has been transforming into the Threefold Orb of Drieling all week. This is totally off the charts Twin Magic. I'm going to get published in PsyTwins Quarterly for sure.... once my research has been peer reviewed.

So far I have avoided having my ass kicked.

@Scarlette Sarris and @Psy - Sean Sarris are thankfully somewhat self-absorbed, which has allowed me to perform my observations with minimal risk.

And the Twofold Orb of Tweeling is the device I use for these observations.

I had been a bit cagey about actually possessing the Twofold Orb of Tweeling, but with so few students studying the arcane these days it doesn’t raise many eyebrows. Outside of staff, maybe only @Estelle Rose would be in a position to recognize it, so I’m careful.

“Oooo what’s that? Telekinetic bolos?”

“Uh, kinda. Yo-yo, actually.”

“Know any tricks?”

“Just practicing.”

But now the Twofold Orb is picking up a third entity, which has put the whole apparatus into a three-body problem, which is a lot harder. I’m going to have to watch some YouTube videos or something.

I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention, but it’s time for summer class selection. People tend to sleep on summer school at PsyHigh, but to me you get the opportunity to soak up the knowledge in a much better student to teacher ratio. And that’s good!

The bad news is for every gifted and talented student enrolled over the summer, four other students are being forced to retake classes from the previous school year.

It’s not just people who didn’t pass their classes either (although there are certainly a few of those). Sometime it’s people who unexpectedly popped out of the dimension during fall/spring semesters for any number of legitimate reasons. Others get lost on field trips through time, and still some others are discovered to have been swapped out by dark force shadow versions of themselves from the other side of the veil.

Needless to say, a lot can happen to the general student body during the school year. It more or less makes the summer session far more “popular” than your traditional private schools or learning institutions. I count myself among the lucky ones who just want to over-achieve (also known as just plain succeeding!).

Anyway, I managed to get priority scheduling after talking with Ms. Doris in the inverted front office on the top floor. Apparently she can pull strings for up and coming students who make daily stops to check the status of their application- like myself. I think I charmingly wore her down. To her, it was easier to just allow my very modest request versus denying me for the next couple of weeks each day (and sometimes twice a day if I was feeling particularly bold).

Anyway, I decided to get a spot in advanced augmented robotics with Scarlette. Consider it an olive branch I suppose. She said something last week that kind of stuck with me. She in so many words basically told me that I’m actively trying to avoid her.

I don’t think that’s true per se, but I do feel like I want to strike out on my own more often than not. It’s not personal… at least I don’t think it is. It can be difficult to just be considered as part of a pair first and a seemingly incomplete individual second.

Honestly, I want to be able to cast my own shadow, instead of being in her’s. I guess it can be a bit trying to stand together as an inseparable unit, as just a half of a thing. I wonder if she feels the same way? Who knows.

But anyway, I hope summer opens up new possibilities and acquaintances. I’m ready for some kind of adventure.

So, Scarlette’s Arm is now… alive? I guess “sentient” is the word.

After whatever time, her bionic appendage spent at that musky defunct computer lab, it must have connected to the WIFI or a terminal and now it’s like independently talking and thinking and doing.

It’s quite an adjustment for Scarlette. She used to just control the arm, but now she’s having to negotiate all her actions with it.

If I were in that situation, I’d ditch the old arm and get a new one that took all your commands like it’s supposed to do. But a Scarlette thinks that’s a very callous way to handle this delicate arrangement . She definitely doesn’t want to hurt her arm’s feelings.

So now she’s is now having to do a bunch of therapy sessions with her new arm, but not like just occupational therapy. iI’s more akin to couples counseling. So bizarre. But hopefully that will help her connect to her arm in a more meaningful way?

Anyway, “Arm X-1” (that’s its name) apparently doesn’t really like me. Well, the feeling is mutual, buddy. Great. Now I’m talking about it like a person too!

Maybe it’s because I don’t consider it a real entity- why would I address it directly? But PsyHigh has a bunch of protocols for new life forms (be them alien or robotic AI). So those are the rules. Seems like we’ll follow this one by the book.

Scarlette thinks I need to try a bit harder, so I guess I will… for her and our new shiny friend.

She joked that we were now triplets- so we better get use to this new dynamic since that old arm isn’t going anywhere for a while. So, I guess our little dorm just got a little more full.

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Turns out about a week ago, Sean H. (AKA the other Sean) stole Scarlette’s robot arm in the library. He got scared when he heard who it belonged to and he left it in that abandoned computer lab in the Richard Nixon Space Travel Wing (or at least that's what the locator app says).

I went to look for the cyborg appendage, but all I found was an old squatter claiming to be an astronaut? I don't know what that guy is on. Apparently, he's been sustained solely on vending machine candy and a dangerous sparking hot plate for the last decade.

Anyway, the search was a bust. I hope the arm shows up eventually.

Scarlette has been really mopping around campus this week. She’s not really hanging out with any of her friends and has been avoiding some of her classes. Maybe she’s not as perfect as she’s always pretending to be.

In any case, I started taking a standard cerebral vitamin pack to help fortify my old brain as we gear up to more bigger and better challenges in both Remote Viewing and Augmented Mind Contact. I can definitely feel my MENTAL REACH improving. Big things are happening!

Also, does anyone else feel like they are being watched lately? I know that’s a pretty standard air at PsyHigh.

Between the shadowy corporate security cameras, those weird unmarked vans that circle the campus at night, dimensional demons peering through rifts in subspace, the British Time Police monitoring for anomalies from outside of time, and even that weird dark fog that follows you around in the library.

Ms. Shellington claims you can’t get sick from the fog, but it can’t be healthy, right? Does anyone else think it really smells like concentrated moth balls. Anyway- long story short, it’s not hard or unusual to be on edge around campus.

One of the side effects of the cerebral vitamin pack is paranoia, but this feels different. Like I do think someone is going through my trash. So, I’m either going to stop making trash or I’m going to set a trap- I haven’t decided.

I’ll update you soon.

I fess up to stealing scarlette's arm!! I ferl bad but i also really needed something to help me reach one of the library shelves! If yoy see this im sorry!!!,if it'll make you feel better ill give you some of my snacks from my stash if ur interested... like i said before i really do apologize and it was a dumb move for me to swipe it like that! </3

You know about synchronicity, right? Like, you’re thinking about a plate o’ shrimp, and suddenly you see a picture of the Loch Ness monster? Ok maybe that’s a bad example. 

Anyway, I’ve got a very certain kind of synchronicity in that I see twins wherever I go. Like, I just went to 7-11 and saw three pairs of twins on the way there and two on the way back. At first it drove me crazy, and that’s why I was referred to join Psychic High School by the counselor at my old school. She said it’s all related to the twin I shared a womb with but who mysteriously didn’t appear when I was born. 

Now I consider myself a “twin hunter” in that I am very interested in twins and their magic. And there’s a new pair of twins at school — the Sarris’s. I really want introduce myself but I heard the girl twin will kick my ass if I start bugging them. What I really want to know is if they've ever heard of the Twofold Orb of Tweeling. I hear it's a twin thing.

So I’ve just been kind of low key stalking them instead. Because that's not creepy at all.

I am soooo going to get my ass kicked.

I met a student witch named Estelle today. I thought they all went to real world Hogwarts-like fantasy schools. I didn’t know witches and warlocks and wizards were like even Psychic High-eligible. I guess I keep getting reminded what a crazy melting pot PsyHigh actually is- I mean anything and everything can happen here.

Anyway, Estelle is another new transfer student. Apparently she was kicked out of her witch school for turning a professor into a frog and then forgetting the counter spell. So she was able to transfer in to PsyHigh since she’s a local.

She seemed a little out of her depth, so I thought as the honorary student of the month (at least, one of them), I could act as sort of student liaison to other fresh faced Psychic High School students (even if she technically started the same week that I did).

Estelle is in my INTRO TO MIND CONTROL class (which is odd because witches traditionally can’t do mind control… at least mentally). My understanding is that it has to be some combination of cauldron work and potion-making to influence others. The poor kid couldn’t even “suggest” to make the test subject Mr. Sanchez take a sip of his coffee (and as we all know Mr. Sanchez really loves his coffee). It’s a little sad.

I helped Estelle find her next class, but I saw her sneak away after getting a talking to from another teacher. It didn’t look like a good kind of conversation.

I know Psyhigh can be a daunting place especially when you haven’t found your crowd or clique or your like-minded people. I take for granted that I’m not entirely alone myself. I have my showboating sister here too to keep me company.

Speaking of Scarlette, she’s seemed a bit down lately. Maybe she’s going through a weird emo phase. But I’m not going to let that slow me down, no sir. I’m here to be the best student I can be.

When people think of the best and brightest of Psychic High School, I want people to remember the name SEAN SARRIS! There’s a lot of history here, and I’m going to be a big part of it!

Honestly, someone should right a book about this place, it would probably be a best seller. Or if not, then at least it would make for a really interesting cult read.

WTF!! My arm was flipping stolen! I didn't even know it came off... But it does, and it's gone!? That arm took a lot of technical work and money to create, so I don't know what to tell dad. "Someone stole my arm"? Now I just sound stupid. Anyway, I'm back to uno arm for now.

I was originally just gonna write about the mental things I've discovered this past week, but life had other plans. I still want to mention how I've tried to cope though. Ever since the whole big toxic friend thing, I've tried to put more of my focus on my education and psychical therapy for my arm. I still always get side eyes and my stomach drops whenever I see an old 'friend'. I recently realized that I don't miss them, rather miss the entertainment they distracted me with. I never really liked them as people. I knew that bullying was pretty harsh, and I knew that some jerks did that to my brother, but I guess I never fully processed that that was... real? I dunno, but witnessing it just felt different... But back to the big boy topic. I still don't know who or what stole my arm and have no possible idea where it could be.

A big thing in PsyHigh that I never really bothered to care about was the fights. Because of the whole psychic part of this school, social ranking is based off of how cool or powerful your ability is. The students with weaker abilities or useless in normal circumstances are targeted more, and the students with amazingly powerful abilities are considered cool and mighty. My arm has a lot of different mechanics (I sort of lied to make them sound way cooler than they actually are), so no one ever came at me because I was 'more powerful' than them.

Well, right now I'm on the toilet and I honestly don't know what to do. I'm trying to keep a perfect attendance, but today's gonna be hard with no robotic cyborg arm to protect me. I'm thinking I'll just tape something hard to my elbow, throw on a bulky jacket and call it a day. Call me crazy, or is that actually a good idea? I dunno, but crossing my fingers it works.

P.S., Apparently I'm Student of the Month!? I was tryna stay on the down low, but that's pretty cool! Actually, me and Sean are Students of the Month. I never heard of two people being SOTM but something tells me they just felt a little bad for 'ol Seany Wawny...