This has been a strange time. Within two months, I have done much that I thought was impossible only a few months before. Several aspects of my overall perspective on the world have been changed. First of all though, I must mention where I am now, and where I have lived since June 24th. I was admitted into the Summer Academy for Math and Science at Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. After a longer-than-expected plane flight (I had no realization of the distance), I arrived here and was severed from my dad to lead an independent existence for six weeks. Now, I am in the middle of the fifth week, and have quite a bit of experience under my belt. Items of note include the return of Nick Speller, someone I knew during my time at ADVANCE in 2002. I met Michael and Phillip Floyd, who arrived here from New Orleans after coming back from ADVANCE. Unfortunately, all three have been evicted from the program, and I cannot discover anything more from them (especially "OJ and PJ") about the latest ADVANCErs. Except for one piece of crucial information: Liz Roberts still attends the summer camp. This leads into the next bit of startling developments. In the middle of the second week, I finally talked to Margaret after a two-year silence. During the short conversation, I discovered that I had indeed misjudged her. Two years has allowed her to mature, and there is no doubt that she was never my enemy. I am convinced it was Liz, but unless we have a final confrontation, I doubt I shall ever know for sure. And speaking of people I had not talked to in years, I must now add Kristen to that list. The power of instant messaging allowed me to clear our differences (this happened in early June, see Sketchbook #2 for more details). Of course, she put up a fight and resisted my attempts at first to contact her. However, persistance paid off, and after revealing myself, she allowed me to speak my peace. We IMed just once more before I left. I consider a good first step to becoming friends again. Otherwise, this camp is introducing me to a world of diversity. There are so many different kinds of people here, it has been difficult to be fully compatible. As opposed to my attitudes at ADVANCE, I maintained my natural persona, and did not try to present myself in any other light. I am who I am, and though that may disappoint many people, that is just how it is. I am an "unman," and with that come certain travails and challenges. Until they are solved, I must simply keep doing what I have doing for the past three years. In the end, I will succeed.