Year Seven – Day 41

He's back in his room in the Temple. There are piles of datastacks on his bed and the floor. He has a datapad in his hand which he's typing into as he sits at the foot of the bed, on the floor with his legs crossed. His hair is rumpled and looks like it is in need of a trimming again. His clothing is also wrinkled, as if he hasn't gotten out of them at all. The holo-recording times the entry in the early hours of the morning which means the boy probably has not been asleep or had gotten up early.

I'm never gonna get this report done in time. Ever since I made my opinions known at the Senate Rotunda, Master Jeedo has been piling homework on top of my classwork. He wants me to write a report on Master Reysan's tenure as Supreme Chancellor and why the Jedi Order does not allow its members to hold a position of office. I think its stupid that we don't. I really did mean what I said when I think the galaxy would be better off if Jedi held political office.

He purses his lips and sets his datapad down before resting his chin in hand and scowls at the recorder.

I don't want to write it but if I don't, he's going to fail me.

His scowl deepens as he becomes lost in thought and looks at the datastacks he's collected. He frowns slightly before reaching up for one and scanning over it's contents briefly.

Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should write what I believe in. He's wrong, the Order is wrong. I'm certain of it. I mean for twenty years a Jedi kept peace in the galaxy, it is only with the return of the Sith that she had fallen from grace as a Jedi. As a politician, a leader, she did what was necessary to protect us all. She cannot be faulted for that right?

He picks up his datapad again and hits the delete button on the keypad. The entry ends with him typing furiously into the pad of what exactly he thought about Reysan and Jedi politicians.