This school is a blessing and a curse all in one.

I arrived here fresh from home and immediately inserted my foot into my mouth. It's hard being shy; we didn't have other students on the farm consistently, only the neighboring smalls for numbers and letters with Mam. I studied a wide variety of subjects back home, but there is so much more to learn here! Anyhow, despite being painfully awkward, I made friends quickly enough, something that surprised me. I even made several! Everyone here is nice and polite and helpful, and it really feels as if they want you to feel welcome.

I feel like small fish here, compared to some of the things other students can do here. We are called 'anomalies' or 'anomalous' beings, which basically means we can do unusual things. Being a Selkie seems small compared to what I've seen! Michael and Gungnir (two of my friends) can do things with metal, while Quiln is an actual dragon! There is such a wide variety of attending students, especially in our dorm, which is called Andromeda. I can't wait to get to know more people here.

Some of the other students I've met include Alison, who is an artist, and Alex. Alison creates vivid and surrealistic pieces of art wherever she can. The night I arrived, she was using chalk on the common room wall to make beta fish battle fisherman in slicker coats. I met Alex a bit later - he's much scarier than Alison. He's a hive of wasps that's becoming sentient and has a human form. How does one even approach that? What do you say to a hive of wasps? Still, he was mostly nice, I think. Everyone here seems to be.

I'm not without my awkwardness here though...I've made several mistakes.

I misunderstood and almost lost some of my friends. One of my friends - Kevin, his name is - has some sort of...monster thing living in his head. I didn't even know that was a thing. He needed to practice his magic homework, so we went to the Danger Room, which is like a place where you can practice anything and recover from it. As he was working, the monster in his head lashed out at me. He said it would be bad, but I...I underestimated him. The mental anguish it caused made me lose control of myself. I changed to that awful battle form of mine and attacked him and Michael, who was with us. Michael very quickly corrected the situation and hit me - which I more than deserved, considering the circumstances.

I still don't know how I feel about it. The war form, I mean. Mam says it was used by our ancestors to protect the homesteads and territories we lived in. But I don't see why I need it. I mean, there are missions for the students to go on, but Skix says those aren't mandatory and I can choose. Protecting people is a good idea, but...I'm not sure I'm made from the stuff to protect anyone, let alone myself. And that brings us to Gungnir. He's a living weapon - like, literally was a weapon for part of his life. That just blows my mind. He's terse, strict, and very stoic, but he has good advice to spare - like training and learning how to be superior.

So we've begun to train together. Every Sunday, he says we'll meet at the gym and work on self-control and martial training. The first session he made me stand in one place and then goaded me on. It was quite frankly exhausting, but I was beginning to get a better understanding of how to transform between forms to the one I have yet to gain much experience with. I'm also building muscle mass and strength in areas not targeted by my swimming and running, which is nice. I have a routine I'm quickly settling into - school classes during the day, homework in the afternoon, and training in the evening. It keeps me immensely busy, but it feels good to have purpose.

I keep hoping that I'll get a letter from Mam and Papa, but so far nothing. I know its a busy time of year for them, preparing for spring to come soon, but I miss them terribly and hope they can get back to me soon. After all, they sent me here for a reason - surely they want to know how I'm doing, right? One can only hope that is the case. Tired now...more journal soon.