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Entry [04 Jul 2003|03:55pm]
Uncle Burt wrote me an e-mail back, and it was very touching to say the least. He wishes to see me, but we'll see how that goes. Speaking about that, Professor Blaire helped me hide my wings!

With that, I went to watch the Matrix as well. I watched the first with my Mom and Dad when they were alive, but it was good to watch the second. A bit long, but it was acceptable.

Oh, and Happy 4th!
3 Soaring Angels | Flying with Wings

[22 Jun 2003|09:03pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I still did not contact Mr Summers on teaching possibility, and I still need to think thoroughly about it. But it would be a great opportunity to get to know people better as well as earn points. That way, I can spend some time in the danger room. If anyone would like some, please go ahead and ask!

I have invested myself in reading several literature books. Also including Greek Mythology and the like, not to mention the National Geographic that has been lying around here.

I do wonder when the danger room will be open. I have little points (and, Pietro, if you so wish to split, just tell me when and etc) saved up, but I plan to use them soon. If I could only go somewhere out of this school for a day and get some fresh air, I would be very ecstatic. Of course, with wings like mine, it's quite difficult.

I was wondering, if no one is busy, if it would be alright of someone to rent/borrow some National Geographic tapes in a library? I did not find any here unfortunately, but when I'm not exercising, I would love to learn about other cultures (a guilty pleasure of mine, if you can say).

I had a talk with the Doctor a while back. I have to say, I am most honored to be asked such a position, or to even be considered of it.

If anyone wants me, I'm in my room.

Flying with Wings

Log. [07 Jun 2003|08:41pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

In which Pietro and Warren meet.Collapse )

I don't feel that well, in fact, I feel quite sick. I haven't updated in a while because of the exams coming up and I have a feeling this computer will get me distracted.

I got a really nice e-mail from Uncle Burt. He has said everything is doing fine in the Worthington Manor, and he wants to know if I could possibly come home this summer. ... Which will be very, very difficult to explain how I suddenly sprouted wings while I was away.

Professor Summers, before I forget, might I have a chat with you regarding teaching? I forgot to mention in my absence that I'm interested.

I'm sorry if I haven't been around that much, everyone. I'll be around, but please don't be offended if I don't pay attention, because I have a lot on my mind. Thank you.

2 Soaring Angels | Flying with Wings

[27 May 2003|09:16pm]
[ mood | Worried ]

I just looked outside and... there is water, and burnt marks all over the place, with a little bit of ice surrounding a door. I hate to sound nosy, but I offered to take (John, was his name? Or Pyro?) down to the hospital with Bobby, but Ice-man refused and took him down himself. Bobby told me that Pyro was in a coma and told me to tell a teacher, but no one was around, but I wasn't able to, so I'm saying now, hopefully someone will answer: Pyro is in a coma and Bobby needs your help.

I heard Rogue yelling earlier as well.

16 Soaring Angels | Flying with Wings

Log. [22 May 2003|08:36pm]
Betsy and Warren converse again... and a little more than that... >DCollapse )
Flying with Wings

Good Evening, all. [17 May 2003|12:53am]
It’s nearly been a year since Mother and Father had the accident. I realize these journals have been a way for mutants all over the Xavier Institute to come together simultaneously and manage with their fatalities. My parents died on the night of my High School commencement... I guess that’s all I can say at this point.

Well, I guess I’ll start with a preamble. My name is Warren Kenneth Worthington III, named after my father, and my Grandfather. I hear almost everyone has a handle here? I wouldn’t mind one. Mother called me embarrassing names when I was younger, but I never liked them. Maybe something associated with wings? Since I have them, and all.

Uncle Burt doesn’t know why I am here (the real rationale, anyway). He believes I am here because Stanford and Harvard have rejected my re-submission into their schools, and this is the next preeminent thing.

Before here I was in the martial forces for approximately eight months. It was a rather satisfying experience, but I am glad to be back in an educational environment. If anyone is curious, I’m nineteen, and interested in European History and, admittedly, in commerce. I hope to acquire my own company one day, and probably will follow the path of my father in leading the Worthington Industries.

But, until then, it’s erudition for me.
12 Soaring Angels | Flying with Wings

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