Summer classes at Psyhigh are a little sparse. There are plenty of clubs and parties and insane battles in other dimensions, but there aren't a lot of actual classes. I did manage to sign up for an interesting one though. This week I'm taking "Soul Biology for Beginners". With the recent discovery of where the soul physically resides (three guesses as to where!) the field has just exploded with new discoveries. Several legal documents had to be signed before I took the class, but isn't exploring how souls look and work worth the risks? I've always wanted to know what color a soul is. They're supposedly tied to our auras you know. I've been told that my aura is an oily black with sickly yellow splotches, but my brother is such a chronic liar it's impossible to believe him. Not everybody gets pretty auras though. Somebody out there has a shade of vomit glowing around them. Poor person.

I heard I was needed? Something about a ghost cheer, @Nate Sun? Well, I'll try my best.

Welcome to our underworld,
A land often not seen or heard,
With death stories glum and absurd,
We welcome you into our herd!

The living think they've got it all,
But their lofty egos sure would fall,
If they could glimpse the Ghostly Psyhigh halls,
And join in our haunted, forlorn calls!

There are many layers of reality,
Which not everyone has the gift to see,
Though if you could you would agree,
Of all 60 versions of this academy...
*brief pause*
(Everybody now!) Ghostly Psyhigh is the best, obviously!

I hope that will suffice, or at the very least pacify our see-through peers. From personal experience I know how... difficult the deceased can be. Always stubborn, easily confused by pop culture, and insisting that you're their daughter who died several decades ago.... This does make me wonder though, @Morris, why didn't you enroll in that Psyhigh instead of ours? Oh, and I advise everyone to avoid going outside from around 3:12 pm - 4:57 pm tomorrow. I had a prophetic dream about it raining hunks of glass shards shaped like cats. Weird, right? I'm probably wrong, but I'm buying a heavy-duty Matching by Mattie brand umbrella anyways. Better safe than sorry.

Twinkle twinkle Moon Base One,
Known for being lots of fun,
Up above the world so high,
Stopped talking without a "goodbye".
Twinkle twinkle Moon Base One,
Bathed in light from accusing Sun.

I sure hope that everything on the Moon Base One is okay. My friend Gina who works in telepathic communications said that they stopped sending out signals suddenly yesterday during one of the parties they like to throw. She said the last message to get through was about a shortage of toothpaste, and in the background somebody started yelling about intergalactic crimes. This is almost as fishy as the sudden appearence of steak fries in my dorm room. Then again, Nobody IS invisible. Maybe she slipped in and out unseen? Either way, these are my favorite steak fries. I'll eat some with lunch.

Ugh... why do I suddenly get the creeps? It feels like somebody is looking over my shoulder. But nobody is here... wait, why do I have two... no, three shadows? They better stay away from my steak fries whatever they are!

@Nobody, did you say steak fries???

There are only two answers to where you are. Either you're in cafeteria #562, the experimental foods area, or Forever Diner. If there are one sided mirrors in the room, you're probably in cafeteria #562, and should probably approach all food with caution. If there is anything vintage or a grumbling woman who's partially lost her mind, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. I guess you could be somewhere else too though. There have been reports of all sorts of new classrooms on the grounds this summer. I wonder why the school feels the need to expand... if only the walls could talk....

But bring back some steak fries for me please Nobody. A little doggie bag full will suffice. I need something to snack on during the StevenBomb.

We... are the Psyhigh kids....
We'll waste the day away...
Adventures good or bad,
Throughout this strange place.
Our mental powers are young. And. Wild.
As we follow:
Scientia!
Occultus!
Spirit-us!
...And Dean Hammer!

Mine's not as good as @Scilph's. Probably because I'm deprived of sleep. Prophetic dreams have a habit of spoiling TV series endings. The biggest downfall to my psychic powers: meaningless sleep is a treat too often denied to me.

A little bit of research has uncovered some other jobs available to someone of my abilities. Though "Priestess of Ra" seems to be a bit outdated. I thought every one knew about the Egyptian polytheism scandal! Maybe the book was just too old. It did start to crumble whenever I turned the pages. The guidance counselor @Diane Keys was helpful too, but I'm not sure I have the resolve needed to get a college degree in Cult Management. Which is a shame, because I hear they have really good Soup Sundays.

Speaking of Sundays, I am very excited about the bookclub supposedly meeting this Sunday! I had a dream about where some more copies of "Psych of Mind" can be found, so I'll use that as a bargaining chip to gain access into the club. I just hope none of use have the severe allergic reaction that @Curly Sue had. Thank goodness she had an EpiPen.

Lately I've been thinking about the future. Where do I go after Psyhigh? Of course there's the Telepathic's Community College, or on the other end of the spectrum the Prestigious University of Delphi. But when I finish my education... where do I go? Where do any of us go? What jobs are there for us?

Yes, yes, I could be a doctor or account or blah blah blah. Or I could be a storefront psychic like my Uncle Roy. But have you guys looked at the job oppertunity pamphlets in Tulka's office? Psychic Detective. Dimensional Boarder Police. Coma Infiltrator and Disruptor. The list goes on and on. I never knew have these jobs existed! It's so exciting, I can't wait to discover which jobs need prophetic dreamers!

...people still need prophetic dreamers, right?

I read an article about the genetic influence on psychic abilities. They made a break through it seems. The genes/mutations/tiny insects/whatever that give us powers are sometimes random, but also sometimes hereditary! Though it likes the number three best for hereditary situations. Besides the over complicated threes of our DNA, it's also been seen that there is a 1:33 chance that a psychic person's great-grandchildren will be psychic. That's three generations away! And some of the more... drastically different students (Pineapple Head, Atlantica & Pacifica, Klarion the Witch-Boy, Hansel....) have a triple helix structure instead of a double helix structure! I have know idea how they collected that data on us without us knowing, but students here are well known for their over-eagerness to begin a project. I once spent three months eating only flavor enhanced and nutrient infused tofu without realizing the difference or signing a single waiver. I fell into a coma. But the tofu was delicious. Almost as good as steak fries.

Wait, three months... there it is again. What is it with the number three?

I've become a subject of observation. The teachers and one extremely unprepared nurse are watching me. They don't know if I'll be pulled behind the screen or if I managed to fight off the cursed sleep long enough. They don't even know what the "behind the screen" means. I feel waves of exhaustion flow through my veins, but other than that I'm fine. I've even composed some encouraging songs to keep our spirits up. This one reminded me of my Dad. Here, let me type it up.

Psyhigh Battle Cry:
Stand your ground!
Don't back down!
We can beat this,
We know how!
Hug a friend!
Hit a foe!
Find comfort in the battle's flow!
Nev-

--small whimper of pain--

A Vision:
...Come here dear,
Don't you fear,
The end all is drawing near.
...Wood decays,
Metal rusts,
Every body returns to dust.
...Family ties,
Leave no dry eyes,
If peace is to return to Psyhigh.

Oooooh... my head... I think that was a possible future. Since when do I have prophetic dreams while I'm awake? Am I... asleep? What's going on? Where... where am I really?

*singing, not sining. Ha ha. It's barely ten and I can't even type. How will we survive the night? Must tell the other students. Must tell the teachers. Must not fall down stairs. *falls down stairs*

Sleeping is a bad idea tonight. A very bad idea. *guzzles Lovesick Soda* Can't sleep. She'll reach through. I don't want to see behind the screen. It's depressing. And my sining goes unappreciated. You'd think of all people... no. I'm not going to think about it. Because it makes me sleepy. Can't sleep. Mut distract self. Sleep is dangerous. Sleep opens doorways, just like a broken mirror or a reality bubble. Not all doors are meant to be opened. Not all dreams are meant to be dreamt... *continues guzzling Lovesick Soda and rambling as she wanders through the halls*