Once again, I'd like to emphasize the importance of fitting in in Psyhigh. Just like any normal school, fitting in is a good thing, but here in Psyhigh, the best of students, the ones that stand out the most, tend to disappear without a trace. I've seen it a few times. Very interesting phenomena.

I feel like there are several new strong students in this freshman year who have potential for greatness. @Starlight, I know it sounds irreverent, but you need to blend in. This applies to all incoming freshman.

Alright, I just popped in for a quick warning. I have a lot of letters to write at the moment.

-V the Poet

Sleep

By V The Poet

Since I woke up, I've been afraid of sleeping

For what lurks in the dark, creeping?

I want to dream, and dream I will

And when I look out from my window sill

I will keep dreaming still

But go to sleep I cannot.

For I have slept so long, yet all my dreams are lost

My slumber coming at a cost

So no matter how tired I am

I will never sleep again.

When you are isolated for a long time, like me, you start asking some strange questions. I have some examples, but most of them involve unspeakable text, which my current keyboard doesn't support. Speaking of which, I have a computer. Well, obviously, since I write posts and such, but I don't think I've ever mentioned it. It's just not that important to me, and I have found real letters to be much more reliable when reality hopping.

I named my goldfish Behemoth. Seemed like a rather funny and ironic name. I like just watching Behemoth swim around without a care in the world. I wish I could do that, but school is really tough.

I've been spending most of my time trying to get back up to speed on what has been happening at Psyhigh in the time I was in my coma.

I kinda wanna go sailing right now, is that weird? I just realized that I haven't seen the water in quite awhile. Maybe I should go outside for a walk. Nah, that's crazy talk. People might look at me funny.

A lot of people assume that I am a very gross, unhygienic human, but that's actually not true. My isolation has caused me to be more hygienic, if anything. I mean, the only person who has to smell me is me, so if I'm not clean, then I gotta smell that. Not fun, ya know? So I'm pretty clean and tidy, well, at least I feel like it. But it's not like I have a second opinion, so. My living space...isn't so tidy. I gave up months ago trying to keep my room tidy after the letters came rolling in every day.

Speaking of which, I'm proud to report that today I wrote a record 18,655 letters today. That may seem like a lot, but when you can write at several thousand words per minute, it isn't too ludicrous. My writing speed has also got faster since I woke up from my little coma. I wonder if I wrote any letters while I was asleep.

I was looking out the window today, as I always do, when I came across something quite strange. It wasn't much, but it really rubbed me the wrong way. A person was going to a treehouse in the woods. I couldn't tell who they were, but I did see that they were wearing green jeans. I'll keep watch and make a report if I see Anything else of note. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy the sunset.

-V the Poet

Hello all incoming summer session students.

I really don't want to introduce myself again, so I'm V. A poet, a writer, a watcher. You can write to me if you want. Don't send it yourself, but wait for the Postman to come to you.

Oh, you don't know how to know if it's the Postman? You'll know. He has that effect on people. You'll forget later, though.

Have a good summer term, everybody!

My last post was my latest poem. It's a little rough around the edges, but I apparently havent written in months. I thought I would have failed my classes, except for the simple fact that, upon checking my grades, I noticed they...improved? How? Am I really that subpar at my studies?

I missed the anniversary of the bat creatures in my room. Seems the had a bat-divorce, as they are living on two different sides of the room now. Seems like they have joint custody of their kid though. Must be awkward. But hey, that's how life is, right?

Relationships aren't my strong suit. That should be obvious. I can't even remember the last time I talked to somebody. My old pal William messaged me. He traveled to the planet Kepler H-2B for extraterrestrial studies, so I hadn't heard from him in awhile. Good to see he's okay.

My goldfish has finally arrived. He's cute, he's a nice orange. He only swims around and such, but he seems happy. It has NOT been easy catching up with my letters, let me tell you. If any of you guys receive letters with illegible or extremely sloppy handwriting, send it back to me and I can return it in 3-6 months.

A frequently asked question people ask me is how I sort my letters. It's honestly really simple. I tell my postman to leave them at the tower door unless I've whitelisted the sender, in which case it is to be delivered straight to my mail slot. If you want to be whitelisted, you can send a request. I will have it reviewed in 1 second to 6 months.

I'm a little behind on the happenings of this school, but I've pretty much gotten caught up. Seems to me like we have a suspicious amount of plant life outside. And the plants look sentient too. Kind of freaky. But oh well, what am I to do about it?

Smelling the flowers
By V the Poet.



Smelling the flowers, on sweet July

Their essence reaching the towers high

So close and yet so far away

From the tower in which I stay.

The letters creep up the hall

Some have been there since last fall.

The flowers' smell going up the stairs

Moving its way throughout the air.

A smell so sweet, a smell so fair.

It really takes me back.

But now I have things to do.

Letters to send, companies to sue.

But sometimes, in the morning dew

I stop and smell the flowers, too

I know, I know, I'm a poet. I'm supposed to be beautifully weaving my words together and all that...but what happened while I was sleeping? I will have to ask my eyes on the outside, @ginnia007. But, for right now, I've got a LOT of letters to write, so if you absolutely need to contact me, get the postman to tap dance your message in Morse code when he drops off my daily delivery of letters.

-V the Poet

I have woken up from my slumber. What day is it? What time is it? I feel like I've been asleep for a long, long time... hopefully I'm not late for my classes today.

Edit: I am now aware that I have been sleeping for the past 3 months. My feng shuei must have been messed up.


-V

Some people have been (rudely) asking me about why my posts have been so erratic recently. First of all, didn't your mom ever tell you it's rude to ask a writer about their writing frequency?

But to answer the question, although I may be a reclusive poet, I am, first and foremost, a student. Since you all are students too, you know that the end of school usually means finals. I took, have class finals, and have been rigorously studying in preparation.

For the record, I am still writing letters to people. But my free time that I usually spend writing posts has been taken up by studying. I've said numerous times about how important it is for me to get good grades, but finals are especially important.

Never fear, my dear readers, for I will return to my daily schedule after the school year ends. Since this is a dorm school, students stick around for the summer.

Summer is said to be a very exciting time for PsyHigh. Mind you, I'm just a freshmen, so I haven't experienced a PsyHigh summer yet, but I have very reliable sources.

My goldfish has settled in nicely, although Sam, Samuel, and Samantha don't seem to think well of him. Those pesky bat things keep trying to eat him. Speaking of which, I've received a lot more letters from the Wild Beast Containment and Protection Agency about them. They say such nonsense as,"they are an extremely rare and dangerous species of beast" and "if you don't let us eradicate them, it could cause chaos to ensue". Crazy talk, I say.

My old friend, Chester, recently sent me a letter. How nice.

Oh, and one more thing.

The Weasel Kids Group, or whatever it is you call yourselves, I hear your cries for rebellion. I say go for it, it might reveal the elusive Green Teen.

Hey. Sorry about my last message being a bit depressing, I just had that 3am mood. Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I am not a person.

I got my goldfish. The current top name idea is Gary, given to me by Luther. Sam just wanted to name him Sam, and I got an anonymous request to name him "HEAT LAIR". The last one made me laugh a lot.

Which is why I am asking you all for name requests. I trust my fellow students to give me a good name idea. I hope this doesn't end poorly...

By the way, to a certain @Bad Geranium, I think I might have a vague idea where your flower is. But it's not gonna make you happy. I think that the flower has to be in the forest nearby the school. I mean, the flower has to take roots SOMEWHERE. But, as we already know, gang activity is plentiful there.

I can't go and help myself, but I can keep my eyes peeled for it from my little window. That's all I can really do.

I gotta hit the books, I'm beginning to fail a few classes, and I can't just sit around and let that happen.