June 8, 1981

12:50 P.M.

Since the last day of school, I have found it so unusually difficult to begin writing in my new notebook. I love writing (when I'm in the mood), and each time I think I'll start something else comes up. This sounds so dry. I guess I'll have to start by writing sort of blasé or cliché or whatever until I get myself into it more. This particular notebook is being submitted to my English teacher at school. Maybe thati is the reason why I can't write the way I usually do. But I have to get started sometime, firstly because I want to keep a journal of this summer, and secondly because I don't want to disappoint Mrs. Chasan.

I think I'm into it more now. I am used to addressing my notebook. I think I'll continue that way, but sometimes, I don't know, but sometimes I may address you Mrs. Chasan. By the time you read this, which seems so far off now, this notebook will be practically full.