11/25/97 Ah, I wrote all of this in Study Hall today cause I was really bored.

Well, I'm bored out of my skull. I wear to God that if this doesn't keep me busy I'm gonna go insane. I can't read anything. The only book I have on me is 'Go Ask Alice' and I already read it for the second time today. I guess I'll fill the paper with my life.

Everything was so great when I was little. Nothing to worry about, not a care in the world. The only thing I'd care about is where I'd get a lollipop. Elementary school was okay. From kindergarten to 2nd grade I was in catholic school in the heart of Brenton--the bad part. I look back and realize that Brenton is no place to raise children, especially 4 year old ones. I knew about drugs by the age of 4.

I remember once this girl Brittany picked on me and when I stood up for myself, a nun came over and slapped me on the wrist and put me in the corner for the rest of the day. I also remember asking for a tissue and I got taken out into the hall and screamed/lectured at for talking in class. But most of all, I remember I had this really beautiful gold ring with a square-cut ruby in it. I loved it so much! I took it off to wash my hands and forgot about it. I left it on the sink of the damn bathroom. The next day, walking home, I saw this girl Maria wearing it. Maria is a friend of Brittany. I asked her why she was wearing my ring, and she says that it was hers. Then Brittany came up and said that they bought it yesterday at the drug store. I asked if I could see it, and she gave it to me. I casually looked inside and there it was. The engraving "C". It was MY RING. I know I shouldn't have given it back, but I wanted to give her a chance to give it back. I went home and told my mom, but she was too busy with work and everything to care. The next day, I told my teacher. I loved my teacher. She was so nice to me. She had the ring in her possession. She took me out in the hall and asked if the ring was mine. I said yes and explained to her that I loved it so much that I took it off to wash my hands. She nodded and told me to keep it on next time. Then gave me the ring.

Elementary school was so fun! I remember that I'd go to school in sweats and sneakers not caring how I looked. I remember those little bubble necklaces everyone had. I had like 6 of them. I met Jules in third grade. She was new at William Elementary too, along with Leigh. Jules, Leigh, and I would hang out be3cause we were all the new kids and hadn't met anyone else yet. I remember the day Jules got busted for having White-Out in her desk. I remember bringing in a flashlight for a science project and shining it in Kristi Zarr's face. The little rat told on me! Mrs. Dermond didn't care though. She just playfully smiled and went on with class. I remember my 9th birthday party! A clown came and paited our face and made balloon animals. He painted mine and Jules faces like princesses. My friend Eleni was a rock star. Third grad was great but I also remember meeting Alisa that year. Alise and I grouped together and fought the evil Kristi crew. I remember starting the best frieds charm trend. I bought cheap little necklaces with charms that had "best" on one and "friends" on the other. Cheesy I know, but it's the thought that counts.

Fourth grade was good, too. Jules and I got separated, but there was Alisa. I remember Alise putting glue on some dorks chair and he didn't sit in it but it was funny. We all thought we were so grown up! We had a lot to learn!

Fifth grade was sorta weird. I got into the Danielle, Eleni, And Catrina group. We hadd fun, but we also fought.

Middle school was the worst time of my life! I was in Jules' homeroom. I met Zoe on my bustop and she was in my homeroom. Jules knew Zoe from girl scouts. Sixth grade, I got my first detention. Mr. Ashton was behind me after I sorta hit(but not hard) this kid everyone called "Spazz". What a dick he was!(Both Ashton and "Spazz")

Seventh grade wasn't any better. I had a cool teacher, (Jules would think otherwise) Mrs. Laster. I was such a goody goody that year.

Eigth grade still pointless. Alise and I hadn't talked for the entire last two years and I didn't expect her to either. But during the summer we hung out a little.

Ninth grade...surprisingly much better than the last 3 years! I guess it was all those East High bastards corrupting my mind. Now that everyone from middle school was separated (East, West, and North) everything was tolerable and sorta cool. I could start totally new, let myself sorta peek though the ugly facade I has worn for the last 3 years, and I did. I started dressing sorta different, more colorful, and I started to be more social.

Now that I'm in 10th grade, I feel so "in the middle". Like I can see both sides, being old and being a kid. Even in my study hall as I look around, I'm right in the middle! The Freshman are to my right and the seniors to my left. I'm the only soph in my study hall, but I know most of the seniors because of my brother, Chris.

I think I'm a good person and friend. I try to be at least. I mean sometimes I'll say that I'm a horrible person, but really I'm just describing my mood...horrible. I know I'm good at some things and I need help in others, but I'm a decent person.



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