Tracey just punched me in the thigh, and it really hurts. That’s the third time I’ve gotten punched in the same spot. Anyway, I came back here to my room, and I am alone for the moment, so I’m going to record last weekend. Thursday Chris and I went down to Page Manor and got […]

I haven’t written in about a month because, for some odd reason, I let Heather read the previous entries, and I felt violated in some way. But I will pick it up here. I’m not going to try to recap the whole month, so I will just sum up the major points. I’m getting B’s

Yesterday, my Father called me to tell me that my Grandfather had died. He died at around 1 AM on Tuesday morning. I fully intended to make the 7-8 hour drive to Clearfield for the funeral (which is tomorrow morning) but later in the day my Mom called and told me that I wasn’t expected

My sociology test on Thursday went all right. I think that I aced my History test. I knew most of the questions so we just to wait and see. I taught Shawn how to play racquetball at 12:30 on Friday. She has a naturally lethal back-hand. We didn’t play a game, though we probably sometime

For the first time I am writing at a reasonable hour. It is the afternoon and I am sitting in a library cubicle. I have been studying Sociology ad infinitum, ad nauseam, so I am taking a break to write in this. I have a Sociology test on Thursday and a History test Friday. I

I spent the weekend with Chris at Indiana. On Friday Heather still wanted to come, so I told her I would call Chris and ask him if it was OK. I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to come along or not. I couldn’t get a hold of Chris but I told here she was

“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