I have not made any acquaintances at this school. *long static shriek* no one will ever approach me in the halls. I wonder- *lightbulb bursts* -.... why that is. I must repair my light source. I will return.

I too question reality. Am I real, and will I ever exist in any way in the future? I believe our existence is fragile and pointless. Sometimes not worth having. I wonder If anyone else knows that resistance to the future is futile. Why bother to love or care about anyone when we aren't even sure if we currently live?

Ah ,yes. I believe I shall tell you my "talents", why I am enrolled here. I communicate with the dead. They are not that scary.I thoroughly enjoy their company more than people's. I also have a tendency to read minds without permission. And I also lie. Not on purpose. It just happens. I apologize. And I accidentally- *Loud static and microphone whine* -... interfere with technology on occasion. Is this no longer functioning? *tap tap* oh, yes, it survives. *glass shattering* The light bulb has burst. It is dark. I require assistance, please.

It is my first day a Psychic High School, or "Psy High". That was a joke. I shortened the words to make it funny. Ha ha. My humor has improved. I believe this will be an interesting endeavor, and I hope to make companions.