Interesting.

@Scilph has attempted to contact me. She mentioned something about "friends". Yes I will take up this offer at the very least she could be come an asset.

I should more than likely stop posting my to-do lists on the site.

Back on topic she mentioned helping move up from a bench, perhaps she means one of those big buildings that house many smaller houses... "Apartment" yes that is probably what she means. If she agrees to choose to meet, I will need a new shirt perhaps cyan and black this time.

Anyways if you perhaps read this, I would be glad to meet you in person Ms. Scilph. I would be more to accept your offer of "friendship"

Farewell,
Glyph Frost

Hello.

I have returned, as I sit on this bench I think about the past week. I made a checklist of thing that I wish to accomplish in my first week at this institution.

Make friends: Nope
Increase skills: I guess
Find a Place to stay: Well I have a bench
Don't Unravel the Fabric of the Universe: Yes I did one!

So this week at this Psychic High School has been a complete success. I still have no friends, slightly advanced energy manipulation skills, a bench, and the universe still functions correctly. I may go to this Meet and Greet that one of the students is hosting, probably not though doesn't seem to be scene. Well see ya.

Farewell,
Glyph Frost

I return dear journal, My classes here are quite dreadful, Telekinetics, Pyrokinetics, Aerokinetics and so forth. The works kinetics is dreadfully dull. I still haven't spoken to any of the other students yet, apparently I am not a friendly looking person.

I am forced to write this on my phone as my normal tablet is malfunctioning.

I almost didn't continue my 'journal of things' but a humorous event did occur, during telekinetics I by chance dropped something on someone. I do hope that they are fairing well, I ran before I could collect a name.


Farewell,

Glyph Frost

As I am pulling out this electric notepad to start the first entry in my 'Journal of Things' I am being filled with a sense of dread this "Psychic High School" seems like a boring and mundane institute. However do to the recent circumstances I am being forced into this dismal place.

As I am writing I am checking out the surroundings. The sheer number of dreadful people smiling and 'poofing' around is distasteful and dull. I shall soon walk in and officially start my depressing existence as a transfer student to this 'school' (Which is hardly worthy of that title in my honest opinion.) I shall think about and speak with you again tomorrow my dear 'Journal of Things'

Farewell,
Glyph