September 22, 2361

My break went by pretty uneventfully. I spent a little time with Mara, but most of her time was spent with Korth and his family. I occupied a lot of my time flying my ship and showing my family what I'd learned the last year.

My brothers were jealous that I had a cool little toy to run around in, but they didn't pick on me too much about it because I was their only way out of the house without Mama unless it was to somewhere very local. They could completely kick my ass whenever I agreed to spar with them, but I picked up quite a few tricks by the time I had to go back to school.

They introduced me to a couple of their friends, apparently they'd found some full blooded Klingons not in our family that actually didn't consider us dishonorable petaQ because our parents aren't the same species. The older of them, two years our senior, seemed interested in me, but I could easily kick his ass and didn't find him in any way interesting.

Toby did exactly what he said he would and I only heard from him once more before he really disappeared. He sent me a short “I'll miss you, be careful where ever your life takes you. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime” message. I still miss him a lot, especially considering that he'd been, as Mara put it, only a rebound lay. Apparently he'd been a damn good one, considering half a year or so later I still wanted to go back for more.

I've been back in class for about a month. The smaller class size this year makes a difference, and it also makes it easier for them to work with us specifically on what we want and need.

One of the thing I'd been worried about was if Jarzen would keep on harassing me even though he didn't make it to the second year. I found out he'd enlisted in star fleet. I'll probably never hear from him again, which would be fine with me. I still get along fine with his family, and they actually offered me a part time job in their restaurant.

So two days a week I wait tables at their place, go to classes four nights a week (because they save days for the first year class) and my one free day a week is usually spent on homework or catching up on sleep. Mama's glad I got the job, because it makes it easier on her to have me help paying for this.

When I'm working, I've become popular with the clientèle. Apparently it's considered a novelty to have a Klingon, even just a half breed like myself, to wait tables. Most like that I'm fluent, and I'm starting to realize that most people in star fleet aren't bad, it's just the upper brass and the politics I have such a problem with. Hell, I'm even starting to know some of these people by name.

A lot of them don't usually come in uniform, despite that I thought they lived in the things. Once they picked up that I didn't seem to care much for star fleet, most of them started making a point to change before coming in. I've been asked on a couple dates even. One was a Klingon Human mix, but he couldn't speak a word of Klingon to save his life. The other was a bajorian with a working knowledge of swearing, but not much more.

I gave them each a chance on my days off, but neither kept my interest. I have started talking to those I found to be pilots. It's always interesting to talk to people with different flight backgrounds than myself, always increased the chance of learning something new.

However, I desperately need to get fucked again. It seems like forever since that last night I spent with Toby.