Hey Terra,
I was wondering if you could come over again. I talked to Dr Cornelia the other day, and now I have to do exposure therapy. I'm supposed to try leaving my door open, but I'm scared to do it by myself.
-RS

So, Dr Cornelia came to my room today, and we had a very nice "conversation"(I guess she just read my thoughts). I showed her what happened when I ate the cookies, and she said that it "felt like a memory", whatever that means. She said that I probably experienced something traumatic to cause memory loss, and that because I already seem to be gaining memories back, my actual brin is probably fine. She also said that I need to try to get out of my room, and that she was going to have me do something she called exposure therapy to help with that. Basically I have to do small things, so I can work my way up to going to classes. The list is, from easiest to hardest:

leave my door open and be as far/close to the doorway as I want
leave my door open and stay in front of the doorway
stand right outside my room with the door open
stand right outside my room with the door closed
stand in front of Terra's room
go into Terra's room
go around the rest of the hallway
explore the rest of the dorm building
go to dining hall
go outside right in front of dorm building

She said that I can add more to the list later.

This is what I sent to Dr. Cornelia:

Dear Dr. Cornelia,
I know you talked to @Terra Diggs , and I was wondering if you could come to my room later today so we could talk.
Thanks
Rice Sommers

This is what she sent back:

Dear Rice,
Sure! I'd love to come and bark with you about whatever you need.
Dr. Cornelia
Dog/therapist

So a few days ago, my new friend @Terra Diggs told me about the school therapist/therapy dog, Doctor Cornelia. I've been afraid to leave my room on account of the fact that I still haven't remembered more than one thing since getting here about 5 days ago. When we had lunch together yesterday, Terra left me an envelope with the contact information of the therapy office, as well as some anti gravity gum for me to try. Super excited for that one. Anyways, I'm going to write to the therapy office and try to get Dr C to meet me in my room tomorrow.

{I'm sitting at a metal table in the woods, with a plate of cookies in front of me. I hear a voice behind me.
*Go ahead, eat up!* A woman with wild white hair walks out from behind me and sits down at the table.
*There's rice in them, just like you.*}

I'm back in my room. I start crying. What was that? Where was that? Did I just remember something?

Hey Terra,
I would love to hang out around lunch tomorrow! I might not talk very much though. Thank you so much for talking to Dr. Cornelia for me. I would be okay with meeting with her in my room, but only if she's soft and likes being petted and held. Also, thanks for the snacks. The cookies are my favorite. They smell very familiar and comforting. I'm going to taste one now...

Terra?
I don't think I need an extra lamp, but I think it might be fun to take apart. I'm not really ready to leave my room yet, (to many unknowns!) but I might be willing to go to your room or let you come to my room. Also, do you know how to contact any on campus mental health resources? I'm assuming they exist, considering that most of what is done here requires a working brain.
- RS

I've been hiding in my room for a day now. I still don't remember anything, and I'm beginning to feel a bit paranoid. Maybe this is all an illusion and I am truly alone, but then why do the shadows on the walls keep trying to talk to me? I'm scared.

My name is Rice. I have no memory of myself or any other information beyond that. I woke up yesterday and stumbled onto what I now know is the Psychic High School campus. I stumbled towards a building marked "Welcome building".
Inside was an empty desk with a singular pamphlet on it. The pamphlet detailed everything about the school, and included a map that showed my exact room. And now here I am. Writing in a random journal that supposedly broadcasts to the entire student body, in an unfamiliar room, with no memory of anything.
help?