I may have to try more timing exercises. I was doing rather well hitting that volleyball by myself. It might have been a little odd for Eyst to walk in on a cloud playing with the net, but...it happens.

When I paused to talk to him, mid-form, it felt strange--but the hollow echo I made was interesting, I had not tried it extensively. I should do this more as well. The djinn.

Djinn. Hm.

It is hard to sleep during the end of term.

Summer will be mild to me, but hopefully pleasant.

Everyone is so swamped with the end of term, that there really has not been any trouble--and a lack of troublemakers means that chores as punishment don't really happen. I washed down the vans, and for a short while Uriko helped me.

We didn't talk about anything important--just the differences between how we act. Her distrust of adults led to her independent attitude. I hesitate to call her explicitly troublemaking--as sometimes I think that it is just a difference in sense than an actual intent to simply break rules.

She thinks I need to have more fun, doing things that I do not need to be doing. I even play sports because I feel a need to be active--so I guess that doesn't count as much here.

I do not know what is fun. Is that what she wanted to hear? Hm.

Uriko said that she isn't real anymore, in body. I'm not certain what this means, other than she has apparently died and been replaced in her physical form.

She did not deserve Kevin's dismissal and harsh words. I do not know them that well, or that Anachronism figure, but I am not a cold man.

She did not deserve those words one bit.

When Uriko is calmer, she is much nicer to be around. I spoke with her again, and it seems each time I do her attitude gets partially swallowed up by something invisible.

I understand her frustration in not being able to do anything larger, but what we -can- do is keep the fort stable and safe. I think she understands that now.

We have been keeping the younger kids occupied for a long time now, and it has made me so very tired. I hope that I do not fall asleep doing something else...

Uriko knows my birthmother, and has been hurt by her. That is one reason that she did not feel comfortable.

Now, neither do I. I will try and simply forget about it, as I want nothing to do with the woman.

But I do know that she wants to try over again. We did not meet in the best terms. Uriko seems like a strong young woman, even past the attitude that she appears to be present a good deal of the time.

Jackson, Jax--he's nice. I have seen him around, but never spoken to him.

He must be right. I work too much. That is why I know nobody that well.

Hm.

He says he has trouble with school, but he did not seem sure about any tutoring. I did leave my offer open to him. He said that math is his worst. I like math. It is the same in every language.

I am afraid I might have to ask for more hot chocolate before long, because I now find myself searching for those tastes left behind in my mouth.

I am still meeting new people. I guess he is also new, but it still has a point to it. Perhaps I should try to absorb this culture shock more readily. I'm not a very American person, am I?
I tend to be more personable to shifters--It's ironic, I suppose. Uriko still doesn't seem to even like the smell of me, though. I don't know why. It bothers me a bit. I wonder if I should speak to her.

Uriko needs to learn how to listen. It is not often I think someone foolish like that, but she seems to have earned it.

Kevin worries me.

I need to get to know my classmates more. I feel as if some of my dictation was ignored because I may not have been trusted as much as I could have been.

I've never spent more than a minute awake with James. He jogged some with me this afternoon, and we got to socialize to make up for it. Up until today, I've been a little wary about living with a walking hyena, but I've found he's not as similar to his counterparts as that muzzle makes him out to be. He's also a boy from the country, in terms of growing up. Maybe not as much as myself, but there is only so much room in the countryside of the United States.

James said that Professor Munroe was thinking about taking some of the students to Africa. I'm interested, if only because I am curious to see it from another point of view--and they might even need a second person to speak the language. Perhaps.

I might ask someone if there can be a spring camping trip. James and I thought it might be interesting, considering how much some of the other kids are stuck to earphones and screens. I think Logan would be the one to appreciate the humor in marooning them.

Women confuse me, with their melting pots of emotions. Fortunately I only have a few that I like.

I kept an ear open and found out that Sofia is indeed like Miss Munroe, in terms of powers. I think that they had been through a rough practice when they came back inside.

At least nobody took it out on me, I suppose.

Since I am lazy--to anyone in the two or so scenes I did with Dajan: Pretend that it was recent instead of September-era. I forgot I really even had him around, and so dating it nowish will save me explanations and such.

I met some more students today. Sarah and Billy. Sarah was very decorated, and Billy was very golden and somewhat skinny. She did not seem like a people person.

I am still getting used to this place. I had a small bag when I came. Now it seems like I have everything i could ever need. Or even want. I'm humbled and at the same time in absolute awe.

I wonder who else I can meet before I settle in too much. Once that happens, I fear I may become a recluse.

A school for people like me. Where I can get educated in more than merely my powers. The school does not even look like a school. It looks like a castle.

I like being here. These people are very kind, and almost like parents themselves. The students are very kind as well. I have only met a few so far, but I am hoping that the rest are as friendly as those I met with Professor Munroe near the lake.

I think that I will be at peace. My room is larger than my grandfather's home--he would tell me to not allow the excess to make me lazy.

Squirrels in this country are bushy little creatures.

OOC Note: Dajan's IC journal is written entirely in his native script.