Note: Hey! Do you want to know how my morning started? Well, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, only to figure out that I'd slept TWO ENTIRE HOURS PAST MY ALARM. I had to hop out of bed, throw on a sweatshirt and slipper, and run across an incredibly cold campus to deliver a camera, tripod, and a clapperboard to another student. I hadn't even brushed my teeth.
So basically, to make my morning better I decided to go get breakfast at the cafeteria, only to find out that ALL THE FOOD WAS COVERED IN SARAN WRAP AND WOULDN'T BE OPENED UNTIL THE EXACT MOMENT MY CLASS STARTS.
Life's got me like:
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EVERYTHING IS SO GREAT.
So basically, that's how my life has been going lately. I'm so sorry for missing Friday last week. I promise to make it up to you.
I finish my classes at around 1PM today, so I'm going to take a few hours to write a whole extra chapter and post it for you today. Sound good?
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PREVIOUSLY ON THE CLASSIX: Emeray and Cartney got coffee. Wow! Inventive!! We also brought up Marlon and how he, like, totally fell off the face of the earth.
DEFED
What's our next move?
This question is the main focus of today's group meeting. It's been months now since we've had any real contact with the Famoux, and the radio-silence on our end has long since lost its suspense. It's time to get a move on. It's time to get the ball rolling. And so here we are, the whole group gathered together, throwing out ideas left and right as Rinna copies them down neatly in my notebook.
We work best this way: In collaboration. Unlike the Famoux, we actually believe in the power of sticking together and using one another's strengths. It's not just something we implement when the going gets too tough for us to figure it out on our own.
"Maybe we should start with sending one of those cryptic notes," suggests Dome. "You know, the usual. Something expected."
Dome is a nickname, and it doesn't have much of an exciting explanation. Instead of saying his actual name, somebody once blurted out, Dome! and it stuck from there.
