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Dear madam fluffer nutter butter cutter the 15th and a half,1

There is something terrifying about the charm of this town, maybe there is nothing wrong, but the absence of fear is damn near the most disturbing thing i have ever witnessed. Though i must say the landscape is stunning and the players in this norman rockwell town are cheery despite the wretched state of their economy.2

My first day was spent visiting with relatives and dealing with administrators. I set up my living area and your cross hangs above me when i sleep. by the end of this first day i have met no new comrades, i also am sad to report i haven't even made a dent in the paperwork i'm suppose to have filled out.3

The second day was spent in a daze, i spent my first two classes talking to a counselor. The man didn't know when to shut up, and our conversation came to an abrupt end when i threatened to drive your cross through his eye. Due to his rambling the first class i arrived at was my third. I was placed in a corner. A girl who looked far too young to be in the class promply introduced herself "hi, i'm chelsie, and i want to be your first friend here" It was creepy.... but sweet. We hit it off, and i joined her for lunch as she finished typing up a paper.4

In my next class a similar thing happened, except this time it was a boy. He introduced himself as brendon. i had to tell him i had already made a friend here. He inquired about the overzelous pixie from my previous class. I found out the two had been dating and broken up the day before