Well, I suppose this is a good as place as any to tell you a little bit more about how things actually function in the league. "Summoner's" is just a fancy term for referee. You may think the events you see on your t.v or computer screen are relatively exiting, maybe hard to regulate something like turning into a giant bird or hurling deadly toxins at people, but it's pretty strict on what we can and can't do.

For example. I can (in theory) blind someone permanently... Probably give them eye or skin cancer if I turned on the high beams so-to-speak. Naturally I can't go around giving my peers cancer. Likewise I can do a lot more with my powers than the four moves I use the most, but the compittion requires some fairness. You choose your most useful abilities. It used to be a free-for-all back in the day though, I read up on it, it seems like way back when t.v wasn't even in color and special effects were restrained to real explosions and prosthetic limbs the league allowed matches that would make the Geneva Convention shudder... But that's not allowed anymore for obvious reasons, the last thing I'd want is to be eaten for real... That'd be as awkward as it would be stupid... And a really shitty way to die come to think of it...

But yeah, summoner's are referees to matches. Contrary to the "lore" our P.R(?) department posts they don't control us any more than the rules allow... Or restrict as it were. Not that I'm complaining, I like the rules, I really do. But I just recognize both sides of the argument

But that isn't as important as you'd think. Infractions on the rules are handled and dealt with swiftly. The only time I ever heard of someone ever getting expelled for breaking a rule was that thing with Riven... Which is a totally different story for a totally different time. As it stands right now allow me to wax on about the school itself.

The school is a massive campus expanding several miles in all directions, as I said before there are dangerous things that live here and the last thing anyone wants is for a rouge kog'maw on the loose down town. It's surrounded by a 300,000 meter high magic wall that protects the school and everyone in it, as well as ensuring those who enter are allowed to do so, it also keeps those who aren't allowed to leave inside. If you're like me and you commute you have a special magic badge that lets you through the barrier.

I know of only a handful of students who commute though, obviously one wouldn't want too many of these things around in case they got lost or something. My point is, have you ever stood really close to a van der graff generator for a long time? That's the feeling you get when you walk through the barrier, I hate it because it makes my hair all frizzy and it's a bitch to get back to normal before my first class. I do manage to do it though, mostly because I'm awesome right?

No? Well screw you too, I didn't even need you opinion anyway you strange creation of my own idle mind!
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My home room is possibly the greatest class I have. Mr. Heimerdinger is just the best... Odd, but he's just so cool! He teaches chemistry, engineering, physics, AP robotics, pretty much all the science related classes. He's overworked I think, but he still is able to manage all the work. He's so smart! I have a hard time even understanding him in normal conversation sometimes...

Not that I'm dumb. I'm not. I'm pretty smart I'd like to think. Just sayin' he's a lot smarter.

Apart from my teacher and myself my class consists of eleven other students, most of who seem to be sick today. Or are skipping. There's Galio though, and Xin. They're more my brother's friends than mine but they're nice enough to me.

"Alright class! Good morning! How was your weekend? I hope your studies went splendidly, I had a rather stunning breakthrough myself if you're interested."

I couldn't help but giggle a bit whenever Heimer began to talk. He was so short and cute and ugh! My goodness! I just love him I can't help it. He's like the genius dog, teacher, plushy I never had.

"Hey Prof. There's uhh... There's no one here. It's just us three. Do we uhh... Do we really gotta do stuff?"

Galio I should point out is a slacker and would rather be in the gym lifting. It wasn't that he was a dumb jock, it was that he just liked doing what he liked doing.

"Mr. Galio, if you knew half of what I did about education you'd know that a smaller class means more people tend to retain the information presented. In fact the situation we are in now is ideal for learning! With just the three of you I'll be able to cover so much! Now, if you'd be so kind as to take out your text books and turn to page 394 I'd entreat you to look at the image presented on the left. That is a graph detailing..."

Page 394 of our K-D-A ratios study book had a graph of the value of "Kills", Assists, and how they related to the negative value of a "death". It had lots of complicated statics related to situational circumstances. Apparently if you "die" from a tank it's worse than dying from the jungler, like wise dying from the carry is the worst possible death. If you died three times over the course of a match to the same player you were 'feeding' and it just went on like that. It didn't actually teach how to do better as players, just how bad we were if we died. To be honest there was little in way of circumstantial bonuses to the value of a kill. A kill was a kill. Then it went into what an assist was versus a stolen kill and I honestly wasn't looking at the page after that, or paying attention very much at all.

You see, I respect Heimy, I do... But he has a way of just talking too quickly and expecting me to just know what he's saying. This graph was really meaningless to me because I'm a support anyway. Kills weren't my specialty. Preventing deaths and getting assists, setting up kills. That was my specialty...

Well it was supposed to be anyhow. I often found myself killing a lot more than I should be for my ordained position. I guess I'm just versatile? I don't know. Today I was really just looking forward to the end of the day, or gym class, or lunch, or anything that had my more of my actual, personal friends... I kinda like talking and it's hard to talk to Galio considering we have nothing in common. Xin might talk but he likes studying from what I knew of him. I know he was one of the few people who could get Garren to do his home work.

Not to mention we've had an awkward 'never talk to each other, but I'll smile sometimes at you while you wave at me weakly' relationship ever sense I shut him down after he asked me out.

I don't thin kwe hate each other. I know I don't hate him. He doesn't seem to hate me either but it's really just awkward between us. He'll come over for poker and he's the first to leave and I always thinks it's cause I walk in in my pjs which is admittedly skimpy in this season... Nothing revealing! I'm not like that! Just lazy clothes ya know? I don't know why he asked me in the first place. I thought he was gay for awhile, maybe even asexual... I think I sent the wrong signals. I feel terrible about what we are now. It's so strange because I'm not even sure why I said no. I just... I really didn't think we'd make a good couple.

That's what I told him anyway. I don't know. As I look at him in this large class room with no classmates besides us, his nose buried in our text book, furiously taking notes looking between the book, his note book, the main board and back again I can't help but feel like maybe I didn't give it a chance. I don't know. I wouldn't want to date a guy I don't love ya know? It would be terrible to break a guys heart because I fell in love with a different guy, I'd hate to do that.

In other news I've made lots of doodles on my paper. Warwick is nommin' on the now wooden leg of gangplank, with a very anime esque Jayce smiling like a suave gentleman while Vi pokes Cait... Ya know. Silly doodles that are not in the least related to my maelstrom of suck that is commonly called emotions.

This class can't end soon enough.