Entry 2

I talked to Digby again today.  I was forced to attend a meeting at school for kids who got caught skipping school on the same day that I did. It kind of reminded me of therapy, because we all sat in a circle while we are lectured by the truancy officer, some mean guy named Musgrave.  The school guidance counselor, who I'm choosing to call "Please-Call-Me-Steve" handed out cookies to us.  Lucky for me, Digby also attended the meeting.  He came late and then acted like we were best friends.  He seemed to already know Musgrave and was doing everything he could to get on his nerves.  We talked a little more and he offered to get me out of my morning classes this semester.  After some hesitation, I agreed, and now Digby and I have to do an independent project together on why skipping class is bad.  Musgrave and  Please-Call-Me-Steve are supposed to grade it at the end of the semester, but we get to go work on it instead of going to our first two classes.  Digby has already figured out a lot about me just by looking at me, so I'm convinced that the guy is some sort of weird genius.