Category: Louisiana

  • Journal Archive: September 5, 1991

    Well, I considered thinking about going to school.  But, I got up, my mom looked at me and said “Go back to bed.” So, I did.  I woke up and still felt pretty much like I’d spent the night under my house. (Note in the margin from the teacher: “Very expressive – I know how…

  • Journal Archive: September 4, 1991

    Wednesday, 9-4-91 I got up and told my mom that I must go to the doctor today.  So, she made my appointment and I went up there dreading it every step of the way.  While I was waiting, I saw a lady sitting there who looked very familiar, so I asked her name and it…

  • Journal Archive: September 3, 1991

    Tuesday, 9-3-91 Well, today I stayed home because I was positive my stomach was going to explode.  I was supposed to go to the doctor, but my mom said for me to wait and if I didn’t get any better, I could go tomorrow.  So, I lay in bed with my pain and suffering.

  • Journal Archive: August 30, 1991

    Friday 8-30-91 I really can’t write about food, so I’ll just bore you with some of the typical happenings in my life.  Today, in third hours, my mom called yet again to tell me to come straight home from school.  I’m not sure if she just thinks I’m out-and-out deaf, or I just have a…

  • Journal Archive: August 29, 1991

    Thursday, 8-29-91 I think I’m partial to fall because all the leaves are changing and the colors really stand out. (Note in the margin from the teacher: “Me, too”)  I like the temperature when it’s cool enough to wear pants, but warm enough to wear shorts.  Plus, you don’t freeze your behind off, and you…

  • Journal Archive: August 28, 1991

    Wednesday, 8-28-91 When I turn 18, I will go register to vote.  The reason is, I think since this is a democratic country we should act accordingly.  I want to know I did my part, and I had my say in who runs our country.  If I didn’t, I might as well live in Russia.

  • Journal Archive: August 27, 1991

    Tuesday, 8-27-91 Once again, I am the picture of the dead, so I stay home.  My mom fusses at me for already missing two days of school.  This will, no doubt, be the few times I miss this year.  I will not mess up like I did last year.

  • Journal Archive: August 26, 1991

    Monday 8-26-91 Today I was feeling like the walking death, so I stayed home.  I have no idea what the subject was, so I’ll wing it.  A friend from Mobile came down for the weekend.  I went bowling Saturday night and Friday night.  My best friend, Bon-E (that’s how she spells her name) got back…

  • Journal Archive: August 23, 1991

    I’m not really sure if I’m “citified” or not, but I do know that I am not a hick.  The thought of country music, cowboy hats and square dancing makes me nautious.  Of course, Denham Springs is not what you’d exactly call “metropolitan”, but I’ve seen worse, believe it or not.  I suppose I’m citified…

  • Journal Archive: August 22, 1991

    My full name is Carly Hope Franklin.  My parents were morons and named me after a singer, Carly Simon.  I hate my name.  The reasons are: 1) It is never on anything.2) My best friend, and everyone else in the world, calls me Carly Simon all the time.3) I have to tell everyone 8 million…