I'm doing "research." I swear.

I have no idea if blogging's allowed here, so I'm posting incognito-style from the library, on a break from Ms. Segerdahl, my new teacher.

Forget new - how about my first proper teacher ever? I use the word "proper" only because I could refer to Jeb as one, but he turned out to be a weasel, and then dead, and then not-so-dead, and I just don't think the educational system here in good ole VA works that way.

I just had the joy of meeting with the headmaster, William Pruitt. (It's so much more fun to say his name with your nose pointed up in the air while squeezing it, by the way.)

That man has more unsightly nosehair than I've ever seen in my LIFE. It was so bad, he could probably pass himself off as an Eraser if he cut it all off and pasted it to his shinny bald head.

I played the parents-as-missionaries card again, and that idiot who should not be allowed to run a school filled with children bought it, hook, line, and sinker.

That guy's gonna be a problem. I tell the Flock to blend, and what do they do? Red flag themselves with a stink bomb! I need to do a backpack search on them from now on for smelly bomb paraphernalia.

Eek. The bell just rang. I need to find Prep School Barbie and meet up with the rest of the crew outside. Unfortunately, we don't have her pink convertible. (It must have been sold separately.)

-Max

P.S. Lying is NOT the 10th commandment. The bible widget on this computer told me so.