![]() “It’s not fun because our team doesn’t solve ‘fun’ stuff.” Kurt grumbled, “It’s a threat, but who knows, it’s probably not that big.” “Guys, this could be something fun we could solve.” I said. It’s like I go day-by-day, doing the same thing over and over with my group. I don’t feel happy doing this stuff anymore. We’re basically doing the errands no one wants to do, and we do it for what? My college counselor told me that it looks good on applications, “You can phrase it to be that you do it because you care for your school.” But, I just don’t see it. We just brought boxes all the way from the gym to the library, it feels like we really do ‘zuck.’” “Who says ‘super cereal?’ anymore?” Cole then turned to me, “Cat, be honest, do you take this as a threat? Or, you know, maybe they’re right. I mean, look, it says ‘zuckz.’ Like, he could be super cereal.” “This seems to be a threat to us.” Kurt said.Ĭole and Kurt have been having this Jim and Dwight routine as of late, as Cole turned and said, “No it isn’t, it’s just a cartoon.” Kurt studied it while Cole looked hazily at it. Another Foldians mission was complete.Īs we were leaving, I looked to my left and saw a piece of paper saying “Teh Foldianz zuckz!” – Ego the Living Paper! With a goatee and two eyes peering at the bottom. Not even Duncan came to say hi, so we backed out and walked away. When we entered the library, Cole and I dropped our boxes with a thud and stared at the empty room. Me and Cole were in a competition to see who could carry the most boxes, and Kurt was in the back, dragging his on the floor. Paul had two boxes on his lap while Peter pushed him. We were out during study hall hours, carrying boxes. Maybe that’s what drew me to this journal. I think the reason why I started this, now that I think about it, is that I want to chronicle what I saw today. We’re not a school sanctioned club, but Principal Villanueva was all “listen, I guess that’s okay, don’t break any rules, and do whatever we say.” I don’t even know if Noah got the same treatment. It’s not really for payment, we’re like a glorified JROTC or Hall Monitoring group – two things we both have already. Today, Monday, November 4, 2019, we were asked to bring some materials to the library, which, nowadays, is typical Foldians work. I think what he had done was totally rude and out of left field, and I don’t want to hear from someone that awful. I don’t hear from Noah, and, quite frankly, I don’t want to. Two lunkheads, two pranksters, and a total geek. It’s just me, my brother Cole, Peter and Paul, and Kurt. ![]() And here we are, the Foldians of the Galaxy, clamoring to clean it all up. Kirby closes, and Wheeler is more crowded, it feels like a blister growing and growing and growing and boom! It bursts. It just all feels so… raw, you know? Like, it doesn’t make sense. Lately, it’s been hard to even count stars, or even think about college applications. ![]()
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