Chapter 8 - Not An Actual Observation Entry

Ahoy...

Firstly, your captain would like to apologise. This isn't a regular weekly post. It's an announcement about some changes in my life that would cause me to break my promise of regular updates. If you're interested in finding out why then continue reading. If not, don't waste your time. Life is too short to be spent doing the things you don't like.

In a way, this is a Human Observation Entry and in a way... it isn't. Seeing that the subject of the entry is myself, I doubt many of you would be interested.

Long story short, I didn't think a sudden test that my parents signed me up for would turn my life upside down. Prince Charming and Ghost Boy are also currently being tasked to make one of the most difficult decisions in their lives. We went through the same series of pop quizzes and were the only ones from our class who 'qualified' for an opportunity of a lifetime.

For Prince Charming, this wasn't completely unexpected. She knew she was smart after all. For Ghost Boy, it was a surprise not for him but more for the people around him. Not even his parents believed that their child was capable of such feats. Casper's folks were simple and humble people so they struggled a little with reality.

My parents didn't say or react much when I passed the letter of invitation to them. It was rather anticlimactic because I was expecting extreme reactions like tears or rejection. My mother read the letter and told me to pass it to my dad. My father read the letter and told me to decide for myself. The letter was then shredded and the topic was never spoken about again.

By now, you must be at the edge of your seat wondering about the contents of this seemingly harmless letter. Of course, most of you would know by now that there are many types of humans. However, for simplicity, we will only classify them into two categories - the common folks and the geniuses. I identify with the latter after taking the surprise pop quiz also known as the Mensa test and scored a whopping 156. Who knows what that number meant but according to the examiner who handed me the letter, that number will increase with time.

That letter indicates that should my parents permit it, I will be removed from the normal curriculum and placed in a special program for the 'gifted' generation. According to the lady who passed me the letter, I will attend school as per normal but not study the same things as the normal ten-year-olds. I will not study at all should I choose not to and the school will source for experts to teach me whatever I wish to learn.

Sounds like a good deal, right? Unfortunately, things aren't always as straightforward as they appear. I wish this was all it required from me - a consent. Sadly, there is something called the fine print that covers most of the details about how I should act, speak and appear. Apparently being the representation of gifted in my institution meant that I was required to appear more frequently in public to give talks.

Now, you know the kind of trash I am. I hole myself in the library with Ninjas and talk to myself. I keep lame blogs in the form of online journals and don't conform to the norms. Your captain is a rebel through and through. There's no arguing about this so becoming something like a model student is going to be very difficult. If I accept this letter of invitation, Pirate S. would be no more!

I come with a burdened mind to share this with the hundred or so people who've become a regular to this shitty pet project. What do you think? Should I accept the offer or reject it and continue to live as I do.

If there is one thing I know for sure, it's that there will be no returning to how everything was before. My classmates... they know that I'm not regular. They won't ever see me with the same thoughts again. My low-profile cover has been blown and it's obvious with how I was given special treatment even when I have not accepted the offer. Ninja 1 and 2 were considerably more polite and distant with me when they spoke. They no longer recommended books they found interesting and started pushing books they thought a person like me should be reading.

Due to the stress of events lately, I've been feeling a strange pressure in my chest. I have not checked myself into the infirmary because it doesn't hurt but Prince Charming advised me to do so with a concerned expression. I guess the bright side of how things unfolded was that I now can count Prince Charming and Ghost Boy as my very first friends. They were the only ones apart from my parents who didn't treat me differently and the consistency is comforting in turbulent times.

I'm not sure if I should and could continue with this journal of observing humans as my experiments and plans have been foiled by the unforeseen typhoon. It's heart-wrenching to see all my hard work amount to nothing. Humans are such fickle creatures who change the beat that they march to at the drop of a hat depending on who's blowing the tune. It's upsetting to see that loyalty means nothing to a vast majority of the ones who exist on this planet. Still, what can I say?

It's only human to fear and protect themselves from perceived danger. I don't blame them at all but I can understand how the class derivations came about.

I'm disappointed, truly so. If only time could undo itself and give me a second chance to rewrite all my answers... sadly, not even the greatest scientist managed to discover a way to undo time.

Until someone finds a way to reverse time, I guess I'll just have to look for signs.

This is your captain, let's hope that this wouldn't be fair winds forever. Que sera sera, I shall go where the winds shall take me.

Pirate S.