Life is like a seesaw. One day you’re at the top and the next you’re at the bottom. Which is exactly what’s going to happen to me next month.

I’ll be a freshman at Highland Park High School (HPHS) and it’s a closer walk to my house than Lafayette was but I’m still a little nervous. I’ve heard some stories about Freshman having to carry people’s trays in the lunch-room and getting trampled during speedball in gym, but I guess it’s just par for the course. If I survived Training at the IFR, I can probably survive this. Although, I hope no one tries to extort protection money from me in the bathroom or lock me in a locker because then I might have to break a few Rules involving the use of Fixer Tools to settle World-based conflicts...

Anyhow, according to my calculations, I’ll be HPHS Class of 2011. Go Owls!

(Yes, that’s the name of our high school mascot. Not exactly intimidating.)