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.

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.

Hello, Psychic High School! I’m Sean Sarris, a budding first year, psychic (Type 3, untrained) and currently I make up one half of May’s Student of the Month.

The other half of that honor belongs to Scarlette (my twin sister with a cyborg arm) who I’m sure many of you have seen gracing our hallways.

I’m also a student liaison (self-appointed) for any other new students wanting to learn the ropes of our great campus. Let me know if you need any help, tips, or best practices to get the most out of your PSYHIGH experience!

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.

So, after a particularly good first week, I submitted my Student of the Month application to the PsyHigh office. (Go, me!)

Now I have no illusions of grandeur or any sort of inflated ego. I really, really didn’t expect to hear back this month. I thought best case was that the administration would get used to seeing my name pop up with all the other submissions. AND THEN within maybe six months or so, I too could be celebrated as student of the month (SOTM). That seemed mildly plausible to me.

But imagine my excitement when PsyHigh administrator, Mr. Jimey Livepool, reached out upon my very first SOTM submission. I was stoked. I mean this would go a long way to ensuring that I am on pace to achieve the entirety of my PsyHigh bucket list.

BUT as it turns out (like most things in life), that there was some sort of misunderstanding. Apparently they wanted to honor my sister Scarlette and her shiny metal arm- since on her second day she saved some werewolf (or were-person? Were-student?) from being sucked into a mini-black hole in the cafeteria.So, I mean- congrats for her or whatever.

After I somewhat vocally chastised Mr. Livepool for his unfortunate oversight, the administration felt bad for their mistake and decided to make BOTH OF US students of the month (now “Siblings of the Month”).

But like do I even want to be SOTM now? I’m of course asking rhetorically, because naturally I do, but I do wish it was just me receiving the honor. Ugh!

I mean Scarlette is like… okay, or whatever. But she’s not even really supposed to be at PsyHigh at all. They don’t usually let in students that just have some cybernetic components. I mean what’s even remotely psychic about that- talking to machines, digital interfaces? I dont know, but everyone just loves a “cool cyborg.”

The other day her friends collided with me in the hallway. They accosted me, broke my glasses, and shoved me into my new locker. I figured that an elite school like this would be well beyond the stereotypical mean girl bullies, but maybe it’s called a stereotype for a reason. Anyway, they all had a good laugh.

Then like a shining knight, SCARLETTE to the rescue!!! She ripped the locker door from its hinges. Major overkill if you ask me.

NOW, MY LOCKER HAS NO DOOR! And there’s apparently a six week wait before I can get a new locker door installed. So, now I have to carry all my textbooks to each and every class. Scarlette offered to carry them for me with her fancy schmancy arm, but I won’t let her.

Anyway, I guess she and I will share the limelight that comes with the title Students of the Month- which is still a win. Another little win is the fact that tonight is taco night in the cafeteria. So that's definitely something.

Augmented Mind Contact was a bust. Everyone was being so juvenile.

Jeff, Mike, and Dan all used memory scans and tried to isolate “shower moments” in an attempt at trying to see their classmates naked. Grow up, guys.

I was reading about this class of MIND PROBERS from like 20 years ago that messed around and found out. They were all mentally probing a coma patient in the lab- which is, I guess, a pretty standard astral plane field trip for those guys.

Anyway, something they did in there must not have gone the way they wanted, because ALL SIX of the MIND PROBERS went brain dead. Pretty spooky stuff.

I took the long way back from class by passing the medical ward. A nurse was walking inside a red door. It was open long enough for me to see that there were seven beds with old vegetative people.

I think those were the MIND PROBERS of 2002. Isn’t that messed up? This school is full of cautionary tales, but everyone on staff is so secretive that it’s tough to tell what is real and what is urban legend.

Like there’s one story about the entire NinjaBall stadium being swallowed by a 1000 foot tall gelatinous space monarch. All of those students and faculty (and a fairly large sporting structure) just disappeared under the sea. AND NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT!

Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes - THE MIND is a sacred place. Show some respect you turds!

Well- hello, Psychic High School! I’m Sean Sarris, a budding psychic (Type 3, untrained) looking to make a big splash here on campus.

Today was my orientation and first day. I think it went pretty well. The classes are interesting and the students all seem pretty normal (or at least as normal as they can be for a student body filled with so many eclectic power-types).

Also, some of you may have met my fraternal twin sister Scarlette (the bubbly cyborg). She possesses absolutely no remarkable “psychic” potential by the way, but still manages to capture quite a bit of attention. But I’m not bitter. Nope.

I mean it’s like just a cheap trick- flexing her shiny metal arm in the quad. Is it impressive... sure, I guess. But THE MIND is the real muscle that impresses.

In fact, one time- I managed to predict three (of the six) lottery numbers correctly by USING MY MIND TO SEE INTO THE FUTURE.

Pretty incredible, right? AND I’m untrained. That’s just natural talent. SO MUCH POTENTIAL. Big things are coming, I can feel it.

Anyway, I’m off to "Augmented Mind Contact" to meet my powerful peers, all ready to pursue their absolute limits! Stay tuned!