June 10, 1981
I hope I start writing in here more often. I know it gets boring when reading something repetitive, but I'm still having a little troubl writing in here freely. I'm going to keep on trying. I had to force myself on Monday to write, but I'm glad I got started.
Last night, Vail-Deane's class of '81 graduated. As always, it was absolutely beautiful, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I really can't believe how time flies. That was the 4th graduation I attended so far. I love graduation because I love to see old alumni, including those I don't know. That reminds me, I was going to ask Miss MacWhinney if there were any alumni there from about 15 or more years ago, but I forgot. I remember two years ago, Miss MacWhinney introduced me to Anna Davidson, and older alumna from I guess about Miss MacWhinney's time. I told her I was very much interested in looking at memorabilia of Vail-Deane. We talked about the possibilities and the impossibilities of that, which were that they would be a trouble digging up. In any case, a year later (last summer), I put in chronological order, all of the photographs Vail-Deane had that I could find. There is so much I could talk about last night, but for some reason the words just arent' flowing like they usually do from my brain to the pen. But that's okay. At the moment, I'm writing this because this is what is coming out.
There are so many things I'd like to write about. I know I probably will in time. I'll keep trying. May I just say, Mrs. Chasan, I can't blame you if you get bored with this. I'm not counting on the fact that you will, but if you do, I can't blame you. At this point, I would very much like someone to read my stuff. I think that any person who read my stuff would have one of two things to say while they are reading it or when they are done, and that is: "God, this girl is sick!" or "she's normal. People feel the way she does. She just doesn't realize it." I'll mention also the fact that I'm truly very frank and honest when I write. I don't hold anything back to make myself look good. Mostly I just say what I want to because usually my writings are only for me, and if an when I read what I write, reading bullshit would mean nothing to me. That's the only way I can explain it.
Last night, Vail-Deane's class of '81 graduated. As always, it was absolutely beautiful, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I really can't believe how time flies. That was the 4th graduation I attended so far. I love graduation because I love to see old alumni, including those I don't know. That reminds me, I was going to ask Miss MacWhinney if there were any alumni there from about 15 or more years ago, but I forgot. I remember two years ago, Miss MacWhinney introduced me to Anna Davidson, and older alumna from I guess about Miss MacWhinney's time. I told her I was very much interested in looking at memorabilia of Vail-Deane. We talked about the possibilities and the impossibilities of that, which were that they would be a trouble digging up. In any case, a year later (last summer), I put in chronological order, all of the photographs Vail-Deane had that I could find. There is so much I could talk about last night, but for some reason the words just arent' flowing like they usually do from my brain to the pen. But that's okay. At the moment, I'm writing this because this is what is coming out.
There are so many things I'd like to write about. I know I probably will in time. I'll keep trying. May I just say, Mrs. Chasan, I can't blame you if you get bored with this. I'm not counting on the fact that you will, but if you do, I can't blame you. At this point, I would very much like someone to read my stuff. I think that any person who read my stuff would have one of two things to say while they are reading it or when they are done, and that is: "God, this girl is sick!" or "she's normal. People feel the way she does. She just doesn't realize it." I'll mention also the fact that I'm truly very frank and honest when I write. I don't hold anything back to make myself look good. Mostly I just say what I want to because usually my writings are only for me, and if an when I read what I write, reading bullshit would mean nothing to me. That's the only way I can explain it.
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