Hey, Warren . . .

Nobody's telling me to do this, or anything, and I'm not trying to get out of trouble, either, and you can ask Ms. Munroe if you think I'm lying. Anything they decide to do to me, well, I figure that's their right to do it, but this is my idea.

I wanted to say that Ms. Munroe explained some stuff about why it was a bad idea to pull a prank, and especially that prank, on you. So, for what it's worth, and that's probably not a hell of a lot, I am sorry.

And you don't have to accept my apology, either, but it wouldn't've felt right if I hadn't said it. I may not like you much, but I was being an idiot, not an asshole, and I'll try not to do either again.

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Classes went pretty well, anyway. I think I'm starting to get the hang of some of the stuff Mr. Logan's showing us, when he's not jumping all over Rahne, anyway. And apparently I'm really good at hiding stuff from people trying to read my mind, if I try, and pushing them out. It felt . . . sort of like making dupes in my head, and ganging up or hiding thoughts in the group. I dunno, that's probably not a very good explanation.

Kitty says the martial arts can be used for self-discipline. Mr. Logan's mostly concentrating on the "hitting people" part, though.

I wonder if I could do extra practice in my room with no one watching and work out the self-discipline end of it on my own. I guess I need some. Dad'd have words about what I did, and I bet Grandpa Madrox wouldn't be too pleased either.

I think I'm going to go try it.