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Journal Archive: September 13, 1991
Friday the 13th, September I guess you could say that I’m superstitious. It’s not really that I am, but I like to go along with it and say things like “It’s Friday the thirteenth, has anything bad happened to you yet?” I like to read astrology books and the zodiac in the newspaper. I don’t…
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Journal Archive: September 12, 1991
Thursday, 9-12-91 If I had three wishes, I would probably wish for health, a good senior year, and a car. I’m always sick, so naturally I wish for good health. I want my senior year to be good, because I know it’s something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The reason I wish…
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Journal Archive: September 11, 1991
Wednesday, 9-11-91 I had to go to the doctor again today. I went to the grocery store for my mom. Oh, joy!
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Journal Archive: September 10, 1991
Tuesday, 9-10-91 I am so mad about the “Loosianaman” thing that I want to write about that. I’ve been living here since I was 6 years old, and stuff like that makes me so mad! I really think it “sucks” (pardon my lingo) that people see us that way. Of course, I know a lot…
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Journal Archive: September 9, 1991
Monday, 9-9-91 “The best things in life aren’t things.” I both agree and disagree. Music is a thing, and I consider it one of the best things in my life. But, often, people are some of the best “things” in life, and they’re (well, most of them) not things. Sight & hearing are senses, but…
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Journal Archive: September 6, 1991
Friday, 9-6-91 I guess I’d have school spirit if we were allowed to do anything worth having any spirit for. I really like the school, but it just seems that some of the people that work here are more concerned about what we wear, and how short a guy’s hair is. I really believe the…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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…