“Write a Diary” she told me, as we read my old journals from, first junior high, and then we read the ones from my sophomore year of high school. Heather told me to start another one so I think I will.
I think this first entry will be longer because I need to write about not only today, but the last few years of my life.
I suppose I’ll begin with summing up High School. I didn’t like it. I didn’t do well in it, and am very glad to be out of it. I have one surviving friendship from High School, and I think it will last a long time. It’s Chris of course. I’ll write about him later, because I am going to see him this weekend.
I could co on more about High School and Char and and things like that which are in the past, but, to be brutally honest, I’m not in the mood right now.
I came to college on Sept. 10. It was a rainy day, which reflected my mood. I left home with a goodbye from my mother and a brisk (perhaps thats the wrong word) hand shake from my father. My little red Escort chugged up the street, anxious to begin out new life, but I had one more stop to make before my exodus.
I had to see Char. She had been my girlfriend for the past two years plus, and this was the last time I would see her in this capacity. She came out to my car and sat on my lap. We exchanged little nothings, which seems like what we had been doing the entire time for the past years. I opened a gift she gave me and it was a tape. I was supposed to listen to it on the trek to school.
We said our goodbyes and she walked back to her house with tears forming in her eyes. I backed down the drive with a lump forming in my throat.
I drove to school, smoking my last Vantage Ultra-Lights. Char’s tape turned out to be a good compilation of various songs.
I arrived at school and stood in the appropriate lines, getting my ID and parking pass and keys. I arrived at my room, one loft, mine, and one low bed, Dans.
Dan arrived after I was pretty much settled. He turned out to be a very nice guy, and I expect to share the same room with him for the remainder of the year.
The first week of college went by fairly smoothly. I met a great assortment of people, most of whom I have come to like.
The weekend was rough. Once Friday got here everybody goes home. I was alone in this new room, with no friend and only the boring glare of the TV to keep me company. I cried a little bit. I was homesick.
Saturday wasn’t as bad. In fact I met a girl who turned out to be quite interesting, just the type of girl I was hoping to meet in college. Her name is Heather Gray, she is the same Heather who enticed me to inscribe this tome. We talked well into the morning, exchanging histories. I really like Heather, but I’m not really ready for a long-term relationship with anyone so soon after Char. But we sill have a good time.
The next Friday, Heather and I went grocery shopping then to dinner, then we discovered some stores in Dayton including a book store I fell in love with. Later we went to see “Wuthering Heights.” We discovered and immortalized out favorite line: “I cannot live without my life, I cannot die without my Soul.” It was the kind of thing lovers do. She slept over both Friday and Saturday, but in separate beds. I can’t describe my feelings for her because I am not, myself, sure of them.
Sunday, I went to King’s Island with a girl named Sherry. She is a nice girl who is about five feet tall. She is very nice, but she likes to dance to New Kids on the Block. Two of my least favorite things. We had a good time.
Thats all the background I am going to write now. I’m sick of it. Today I had History. It’s an ancient History course which isn’t too bad. After that, I have Psychology. I sit with Kate, a girl who lives on my floor and Bob, a fellow D & Der who I met at orientation. They make for fairly good company for thee fifty minutes of class. Right now we ear studying the brain and it is very boring.
It is rapidly approaching Eleven O’Clock and my inscribing is becoming almost unreadable so I will end the proliferous entry right here before I run out of space.