Uuuuuuuughhhh I am so bummed! I was doing some more college search junk with my counselor(s) and apparently my CACK test scores aren't good enough for University of Chillingois! I'm only off by, like, 10, but I guess that's 10 too many. My parents really wanted me to go there -- my mom went there for her degree in Botany and minor in White Witch Culture -- so I don't know what I'm going to tell them. Some of my counselor(s) suggested that I take CACK test-taking practice courses. I guess that's an option. I wish I could just drink a solution of mind-opening to temporarily upgrade my brain. Or maybe use my Other Eyes to see some of the answers. But with all the new rules the school has in place to prevent cheating, I'd be caught in a nanosecond. You can't even bring in charms imbued with good fortune anymore! What's next, banning water bottles from the testing rooms? Pfft.

Whatever. I don't have to decide about the CACK classes until next Thursday, so I'll just ignore it till Wednesday probably. For now, I'm just going to focus on finishing my Suggested Mandatory Personality Test (SMPT). It started out kinda fun, but by section 12-K it starts feeling tedious. Especially the Reincarnation Log. Though it was interesting to reach back to my existence as a wild cherry tomato plant in 1643 A.D. Heh, good times. I wonder whatever happened to that cute little sapling that was growing next to me....

Well, here we go again. New Years is closing in, and student scheming rates have increased by 76.334% (or at least that's what my roommate's T-89 seance calculator says. It also said that we sacrifice five virgin frogs to it before 2017 hits, but it always is asking for amphibian offerings so that's nothing new).

Every time one of the fifteen(?) calendar systems used by Psyhigh students hits a New Year, the secret parties start. Whispered plans, olfactory coded invitations, spirit animals sneaking contraband onto school grounds... and the Gregorian calender's New Years is when things get REALLY crazy.

I've already been invited to five separate parties, each more secretive than the last. Honestly, I don't know why everyone is so paranoid. The teachers have been acting brain dead for the past couple weeks. I could probably straight up invite them to the party and they'd just stare at me with those cold, blank eyes and mutter things about "GROTTO G.S.M. INC" or "UNIT LOST CONNECTION TO: psychic high ghost servers" or whatever. Yo, Psyhigh Administration if you're reading this, can we please go a couple months without the teaching staff losing their marbles? Seriously.

ANYWAY, I'm totally behind this big school-supported New Years party. Sure, it might not be as wild, but it means I won't have to use the Manifestor Fragmented Personality incantation to attend all these different student-hosted events. I did that last year, and now whenever I feel apathy or eat purple food Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 24 plays in my left ear.

Not to mention, anything that the Student Activities Coordinators put together is usually pretty epic. I'm even willing to fill out this fifty-seven page "Suggested Mandatory Personality Test" if it means I get to go. Call me a conformist, but I know where the real action is going to be come New Year's Eve!

Hey, whoever fixed the drinking fountain outside the Anti-Aether classroom, kudos. I took a sip and I swear it unblocked at least three of my chakras instantly. Usually the water from that part of the school is... less than satisfactory. It's a toss up when you press the little button on the fountain whether you'll get a sticky cyan colored slop or a smooth rusty liquid that smells faintly of kerosene. I mean, neither of these are fatal. In fact, I'm told the kerosene one is good for your eyesight -- like carrots. But you know, I'm a picky drinker, so I was never really into trying that stuff. If I was desperately thirsty, there's always the vending machines in the sub-basement. Though trying to get a decent soda out of those little beast is a trial in itself.

So yeah. Whoever tinkered with the water fountains: thanks a ton, hon! I'd assume one of the janitors was responsible, but as well all know those shambling shades are mere figure heads. Teachers are always pushing us to "find our own solutions", and denying us proper maintenance personnel is probably another way to force us lazy kids to think critically with our abilities or whatever. I'm willing to bet money that Psyhigh administration stole most of these hollow-eyed odd balls from mental hospitals, or even Dimension O-23/rTT. My friend Herlio insists that whenever he tries to mind-jack one of them (don't ask why) all he gets in response is the dial-up sounds you hear from really old computer systems. Creepy.

Don't you just hate it when your Other Eyes act up? Whenever I try looking at the college brochures my guidance counselor(s), I start stressing and the Flickering starts. And that just makes my headaches worse. Ugh. Being an upperclassmen is literally the worst.

...well, that's not true. Getting caught in the crossfire of a kinesis fight would be pretty brutal. Ever see a cryokinesis student and an electrokinesis student going after each other? Pro-tip: don't hang around to watch the carnage, or you will be part of the carnage. But I digress!

Yeah, upperclassmen-ing. It's the pits. Besides being expected to "get involved in student life/after life/reincarnation", setting a good example for the younger students, and dealing with AP courses that require you to settle your affairs before enrolling, us Psyhigh veterans have to try and cobble together a resume impressive enough to turn heads at occult universities. The really good colleges have been around since The Forgotten Age, so nearly nothing fazes them anymore. I've got to figure out something utterly amazing if I'm going to get accepted by anyone.... Maybe I'll get lucky and the next trans-dimensional disaster that hits the school will be something I can write an epic application essay on.