Journals of Gallifrey

Today Vista and I turned eight. Mum and Dad didn’t really do anything, but that’s okay; I’d rather people not celebrate our day of birth. It makes me feel incredibly selfish.
I guess I really don’t have a point to this record, other than to prove that I actually exist, and so people don’t believe I’m a total imbecile. Today in our classes, I told the teacher that I’d learned a few English words (English is some alien language from Earth! There are 510.072 million square kilometres of total area, and 361.132 of that is water! Amazing!). I used the word “floccinaucinihipilification”, which means the estimation of a thing as worthless, and the instructor called me a knucklehead and an idiot. Then she sent me to the counsellor’s office, to see if he could help me “stop corrupting the minds of the young Time Lords with [my] insanity.”
Then Vista stood up and called the teacher a nitwit. Dear Vista. She’s the only person who understands me.
She had to come to the counsellor’s office too.