Day 18. Sophomore Sentience

Like mice in a forest, the sophomores have begun digging into the curiosities that surround them. They have scratched under the leaves and twigs of my musing and have discovered not just the Petraitometer, but the blog as well. With their hands sticky from gummy worms or whatever staple food sophomores shove down their shrieking little mouths they pointed and gestured at the coded histogram of their charisma I have posted on my whiteboard. I will need to be wary for I fear them as one fears bed bugs or other diminutive creatures that burrow under the skin.

At the moment they are arguing about who has the better hands for engineering. I have a model airplane in my room I have not put together for I fear my bestial strength would break it. So like everything beautiful in my life, I dare not touch it and it will wither in darkness because I fear the brute inside of me. They however want to help. I may allow it.

The discussion has turned towards the creation of a cow centaur, which I pointed out is merely a reverse minotaur. They begrudgingly agreed. At the same time they are photoshopping various hairstyles onto themselves. We are less than an hour into class and they have already had a day more filled than most adults. They are playing cards and creating art. They have a long way to go to get the title of AP study hall, but they are living their best lives and hopefully that realization will bring them happiness and not the crushing reality that this may be the best it gets.

Once again AI has rendered the picture I described with absolutely zero exaggeration. The present is terrifying.