@Nobody, I suggest stealing some rosewater and roses. Roses, to coax the spirit out of the TV. Rosewater, to help banish the spirit from this realm. If that fails, you could always find a cooler TV, transplant the spirit into the better TV with your realty skills, and then quickly throw it into the 31st reality. That's where I dump my trash.
If those don't work, you can always just ask me and I'll summon a stronger demon to scare it out of the TV. Always be equipped with at least three backup plans, in case the spirit happens to be a very, very angry incarnation of either God or Lucifer. I doubt that will happen, but just in case.
Find some religious relics, and that might help. Also, salt of any kind is good.
Good luck in your endeavors.

I helped a poor, lost @Rogue... He knocked on our door (well, he sort of barged in) and said he needed to peeeee reeeeallly bad. I let him in, saying this is not the bathrooms but he could use ours. Jeez, they need to be more informational at Orientation. Don't they know they're letting freshmen wander around unawares? They had better draw up some maps fast, before some kid walks unknowingly into the Pit of Despair, or the Gateway to Hell, which are both currently invisible.
And here comes Rogue again, asking me where the nearest garden center is. Jeez, we may have lots of cool stuff, but we don't have everything. I said it's off campus, what do you need. He said pots. I said, d'ya really think you'd find that at a garden center? He said, no, potSSSS. I said, ohh, you can probably just steal some from the arboretum.
I then gave him a copy of our campus map and sent him away. We have four in the dorm at all times, anyway.
Oh yeah, and next time you need to use the restrooms, they are right by the wolfsbane. So sorry you were pointed in the wrong direction.
I wonder if @Nobody needs help banishing the TV demon, whatever it is. I am excellent with ghosts and demons.
Anywhooooo! We are currently watching the wizard battles. Omega is sitting next to me as I write. Well, I say next to me, but he is sort of perched on my shoulder. He looks like a little blue bird. Thom is trying to swat at him, and I don't think @Diadem knows he's actually Omega...
OH! WOW THAT WAS A COOOL SPELL!
Sorry. The WBs are really exciting. Wait. Is that a bush moving? Hold on, let me get my binoculars.
Thank you, Omegabird. Now... Oh my, that is a bush! Oh, ha ha! It's got someone's leg! Heeheehee!
Later, dudes!
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The meaning of life is based on what you choose. Finding out what life's meaning is cannot be a task completed by those who don't wish to work. It is completely up to you to decide what the meaning of YOUR life is, @Tehriisa. I hope you find what your life means while you are here.

The meaning of life is based on what you choose. Finding out what life's meaning is cannot be a task completed by those who don't wish to work. It is completely up to you to decide what the meaning of YOUR life is, @Tehriisa. I hope you find what your life means while you are here.

After a brief evaluation, I have taken in Diadem to be my roommate. She is a wonderful roommate, and always has a new cat to take care of, but then it leaves. So. I have decided to give her my kittens. I'm keeping one, but the look on her face when she saw them was of joy and happiness, and I believe I saw a few tears, so I'm letting her help me name the one I kept. Thanks to my psychic cat, genetics were slightly influenced by her abilities, so they all can telepathically commune and Omega doesn't get symptoms around them!
A look into Krezner 4-22 would reveal a simple dorm room, with a couch and a few bedrooms. Simple, quiet, and generally ordinary. But when its inhabitants are present, it's an entirely different story. Seances are hosted regularly, and random people are pulled in for a soul reading. There is always someone writing or drawing, and cats are everywhere. We have pizza or food from the French Renaissance, depending on our mood. (Thanks for the helpful insight, @diatomas rae!) And we sit on our balcony to watch the wizard duels. Life in K 4-22 is truly fascinating.
When I'm not in the dorm, or doing schoolwork in one of the libraries, I might go out to meet some of the new freshmen with my friends. I've heard whispers there might be another soul reader named @sray374. I'll look through the documents first, just to make sure.
I also plan to go steal--ahem--borrow a time-and-space machine from the Time Travel Sector and go get some ingredients for cooking. I stole--excuse me--found a great recipe from a database for a French Culinary School. (Whatever escargot is, it sounds great! Was it escargot? I forget.)
Hasta la pasta!

Dearest journal,
I never start like that, but I figured, today I would. I mean, everything is so different, I might as well change, too.
I found out that Thom's a girl after she gave birth to seven kittens, she was just been pretending to be a boy for the heck of it. No, I never checked to make sure; that would be an invasion of privacy. I'm not changing her name, though. Anyway, I now have seven kittens to take care of. Who wants kittens? @Diadem, do you want a kitten? I have six that I don't want to drown!
Yeah. Everyone's congratulating me on getting SotM. It's so weird that I would get it freshman year, let alone my second month here.
And some guy called me cute, too? I appreciate the flattery, but jeez!
Omega and I are still together. I am still doing well in my classes. And I can still read souls. But everything else has changed.
Do we have a pep band at PsyHigh? I play the saxophone, and I would love to join. I know @i am the champ is in charge of student activities. I'll talk to him.
For now, I'll be rocking out to some cool jazz on my tenor.
Farewell for now
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@Diadem, darling, let's get together and discuss this in detail. We have so much in common. I believe that while Thom is rather disagreeable right now he will warm up to you immediately. I have a few questions. 1) do you have a soul, 2) are you planning to summon any demons in the room, 3) is 22 your lucky number. These questions are extremely important and will determine whether you will live in Krezner 4-22.
Good luck in your first days at PsyHigh!

And I'm back! Ready for some psychic action!
But someone shook up the school while I was gone, and there are all of these new freshmen? AND I'm student of the month! Jeez, I'm gone for a week and a half...
Oh! With all of the new freshmen, I could probably get a new roommate! How about you, @Diadem? Or maybe @Hazel Mektis? @Karena? I've been getting pretty lonely.
Anyway, Thom is getting really, really territorial. He's even been hissing at Omega!
::HISSSS:: Thom, Omega built up an immunity just for you! ::MeOW!:: What? No!
Augh, sorry. Anyway, what's happened with me since I've been back? Glad you asked. I've been spending hella time in the S-AL. I needed a little more think time. Problem was, some kids summoned a demon in here earlier, and I'm pretty sure it gave them that new drug everyone's talking about, because they're all just sitting around stoned. I'm considering bringing them to my class to teach them how and where to properly summon a demon.
So that's been my weekend. Time to write a paper! Ah, honors teachers, you love giving me things to do.
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PS: I wonder why the rush to apply to PHS?

Tomorrow I will go home. I'll be spending a ton of time in the S-AL. I need time to think.

Today, I will take a moment to evaluate what I know.
My name is Pearline.
I read souls.
It is Tuesday.
I am not at home.

Oh! but I would like to introduce you to souls I met. I kind of had an AA seminar with many of them. Here is my favorite story.
Her name is Aldena Skelton. She has been dead for seventy years. She died when she was twenty-five. She was a psychic healer, and was killed in a freak accident while hiking. She says she is a ghost because she died while trying to heal someone, but she never finished.
Souls tell stories. An alchemist who was power hungry. Death by a broken heart. And that is why I am glad to have my ability.
I think I've had enough meditation for one day. Time for hot chocolate.

Two out of four orbs had been retrieved. I was then faced with the other two portals.
They were polar opposites. Just like the first, the more I walked around the more I discovered. But in one, MORMO had me playing in the remains of a dinosaur. The other had me ascending the stairs to heaven. Both were over quickly, on account of the fact that I wanted to get out quickly. And both felt surreal, almost two dimensional. It's funny that such concepts as death and The Afterlife could be seen that way.
And then I found myself in that conference room again. But it was different. The cavities were filled with the same blue orbs that brought me back. And above the static was a whirring buzz, overwhelming the room in cacophony.
The tabletop began to expel another orb, this one every color imaginable all at once. Time to go home.
I grabbed the ball and was pulled around and around until the pressure made me fall in. My head spun and the static was disappearing and one word shouted in my brain over and over and then with a thump I was back in the closet. I looked at Thom through the wall of stale closet air and said, "I had better write that down!"
I always write down my dreams, and at first I though that was what I was writing about. But when I reached into my pockets I found two journals.
The echoing word was SILENCE.