Mortification Monday

Sunday, August 20th 1995

5:02 p.m.

Dear Diary,

Let me start with yesterday. I slept in until 9:30. I hung around until and then I babysat until 1 a.m. It was only supposed to be until 11, but they missed the party bus back to Clearwater. I had fun I guess. I made $30. I needed money to pay off my Spanish translator* and Reba CD. I went to church, talked to Mari and rearranaged my room. Katie, a girl in my youth group, mother died of stomach cancer. No one knew about it. Did I mention that when Jon called he said I was the nicest person he’d met in a long time? He also remembered I love yellow roses. He said he missed me. I’m so nervous about starting high school it is not funny. At least Mari is in typing with me and Sarah G will be in my English and Critical Thinking skills and Geometry classes witbh me. They’re my friends. I hope I meet and make new friends. I also hope Ryan is there. I don’t like him but he’s cool n-all. I need friends. I saw Eric M and Jeremy D at the parent orientation. I didn’t see Aaron there, I wonder if he still lives here. I doubt if any of those guys will wanna be friends with me. Who knows?

I already have everything planned out: my clothes, beauty supplies, and school stuff. I have swimming directly after school. Krissie B will take me to it and then to church afterwards. I bet I won’t have a social life whatsoever. I don’t want to go to school. High school scares me. I’m very afraid. I hope my guardian angel will be with me. I hate swimming. It’s not my sport but oh well. We rearranged my room. It’s nice I guess. I can’t wait until Jon writes me back.

I just talked to Mari (via a phone). We planned where we were going to meet and all that good stuff. There is a 7-11 in my high school. We have Coke machines in every hall. It is cool, but I’m nervous!!



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