January 3, 2361

Jarzen and I have been going out for nearly five months now. Time seems to fly by, between all the time I spend with him, and now that we're actually flying most of the class time. Jarzen's parents have cut back his duties at the restaurant, since class hours have been expanded in order to get more flight time in without giving up too many classroom hours.

Every minute he hasn't had to work, and we don't need to sleep, we've been together. When he's had to work, I've made friends with a few of my other classmates. Rich is human, and a year older than I am. He's taught the rest of our group to play pool by sharing the cost to rent out a holosuite for a couple hours. Ling, also human, is one of the other two female class members. She's usually pretty quiet but she's also smart and can usually win a majority of the games of pool we play, she claims it's because she's so good with geometry. Twin Vulcans, T'Plan and Surack finish off the group and includes the third female in the class, T'Plan.

I took Jarzen with me one night and found out he couldn't play pool. After, it took me a week to nurse him through the deflated ego, so now I only go and play pool with everyone else when Jarzen's working.

He's working tonight and no one was up for a game of pool, so that leaves me some free time to catch up on my journal and my sleep. So here we go, I'm caught up on one, so time for bed.

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