Journal entry 14: May 7th 2120
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Today, while I was in my history class, the official came into my class, whispered something to the teacher, and the teacher then asked me to go to the principal's office. It was only five minutes left in the class so I grabbed my backpack, not expecting to come back here. Our teacher assured me there was no homework tonight. When I got to mr Boston's office, he's our principal, there was a psychiatrist whose name I do not remember. They offered me some juice and cookies. She asked if I knew why I was here. I said it was because I had been drafted, and they wanted to make sure I knew this fact. Mr Boston seemed relieved. Apparently a lot of the draftees, mostly the girls, began crying when they learned they'd been drafted. It was apparently refreshing to have someone calmly accept her duty. The shrink asked if I was nervous about this, I admitted I was. She said it was normal to feel this way, the camp would have trained counselors to help all of us through this. And mr Boston gave me some pamplets about the educational opportunities available to veterans. It's possible the state will pay for me to go to college, so that's a plus. I guess there are some benefits to serving in these reproductive camps, at least once I make it out.