T'Kala's Personal Log: Stardate 62712.4, Earthdate September 1, 2385.
Thus, it would be convenient to blame my human side asserting itself, resulting in a ill-advised decision from such rash emotions. But what would be the logic that? It was both my human anger and my Vulcan logic to make the decision; now I am to play it through...
It came from when my mother contacted me via subspace with the announcement of her delay. She had been recalled for an incident; had to leave the academy in such short notice, she left behind her yacht. She contacted me requesting I rendezvous with her (and bring her vessel back to her), before leaving for Vulcan. I tried to again assert my declaration to stay at the academy. The abominable admiral would not be swayed.
I returned to the bench, my decision to defy the woman, resolute. It was do to this... passion... that I persuaded both Kabrina and Devon to accompany me, whom I had been speaking with prior to my mother's call. There's something about the couple that seems so familiar. Perhaps it was that I ran into them during a moment of emotion-filled discussion with my mother a while back. Perhaps it was that I was able to open to Kabrina, who was also feeling vulnerable on that eventful day. Then again, perhaps, I needed someone's support with the decision I made today. To by surprise, they both agreed to accompany me, procuring my mother's yacht for our own agenda.
Granted, I find this highly improbable, to be certain, yet I cannot deny the possibility. It is this objectivity, I wish to express to my mother by my insurrection. Perhaps this ill-begot mission truly is fortuitous in the exactness of its own timing, and perhaps I will uncover this strange sense of (I believe, what humans call) deja vu.