Feelings... whoa-oh-oh feelings

I swear, ya'll, I am this close to lightsaber my own self up. Windu's sensitivity training thing is so whack it goes beyond whack to the downright ridonkulous. Had my first "class" today or whatev. He said we hadta bring in a pic of ourselves as kids (yeah, me an the three pyro padawans, that guy who works in the archives an won't stop punchin people, an that chick who kneed Obs in the groin that time he tried to pick a Cheeto out of her hair durin a food fight).
So I brought this one, yo. I was a cuddly cute lil kid, ya'll.

So Windu was all "you were crazy then, you're even crazier now" whatever that's supposed to mean.

So then we got down to bizness. We sat in a circle an we had to talk bout what scared us. I was all, SHuh! I'm the Hero With No Fear, yo! Nothin scares me! But Windu was all "Everybody is scared of something", so I jus told him I was scared of killer bees to shut him up. (I'm not, though) Funny thing is, the padawans all said they were scared of me. How sweet is that!

So after that shizzy was done, Windu gave us paper an stuff an we had to draw how we felt inside. I was feelin a little queasy from the cafeteria breakfast I hadta eat, but Windu said I wasn't allowed to draw runny eggs or whatev. So I drew this instead.

It's all angsty an spit. An Windu is all askin why I didn't use more colors or whatev, and I was all what, you think I'm like flowers and puppies an spit? I'm the Chosen One! I'm not about that! So then Windu was like... "Skywalker needs a hug". An they hugged me, yo! Talk about embarrassing! Then Windu made me hold his "bear o love" or whatev.

Bite me, Windu.

So now we gotta, like, journal or somethin. Write down our deepest darkest feelings or whatev so we can be all about controlling our emotions or whatev. Shuh, like I'm gonna do that. We're supposed to write on a scale of 1-10 shizzy like what we're feeling... like me, right now...

Anger: 10

Gonna Bust a Cap: 10

An like that. So I'm jus gonna do it here, cause there's no way I'm gonna buy a whole new datapad jus to write about stupid stuff.

So yeah. I dunno why Y-dawg wants me to take this stupid class if it's gonna have the opposite effect or whatev. But I wanna be a Master, so I gotta do it, even if it means fantasizing about choppin all ya'lls arms off. (well, not all ya'll, just the ones involved in makin me do this stupid thing).