May 12, 1982
4:00 P.M. WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
I haven’t written in too long a time. It was a test for my endurance and I really feel I could have gone on longer. Last summer I never wrote a word. Oh, I probably would pick up writing again, but I really love writing to myself so I hope I always continue. Saturday night, after the concert, I couldn’t’ wait until I got home to write ELLEN WON THE MUSIC AWARD!!! I was so happy, happy, HAPPY for her and oh did I cry! Miss Prudon announced her name, Ellen went up to her, and then I couldn’t hold back the tears. I was standing on the platform and I had to get down because I didn’t want to be so noticeable to the audience. Afterwards, Ellen and I hugged each other hard and cried and cried. It seemed we just let ourselves go at that point. And to think that Ellen isn’t coming back next year made our crying a little more uncontrollable. And just today, since our class didn’t have History because Mr. Ambrose told his freshmen to the Cloisters, most of us juniors sat around in our little yellow room at the end of the hall and discussed our futures! It was such an interesting conversation! Melissa was talking about going to law school. She said she wanted to make something out of her name. I think most of us do. I hope we all become great and wonderful people and we’re just 17! But we’ve experienced so much already! I know that we’ve all really got a long, long LONG way to go, especially me, but we all feel so grown up! I was just thinking that in 7th grade, if we talked about our futures, it was never the way we talked today. We were all saying how we liked to be rich, but we didn’t want to do anything. Melissa was saying that she’s going to marry a rich old man with terminal cancer, so he would die soon and leave her all his money. He also had to be childless and without a sex drive so Melissa didn’t have to share her inheritance and so she could have affairs and didn’t have to sleep with the old man.
7:15 P.M.
Just left psychiatrist. I must tell you that this diary belongs to a very unrealistic girl.
I haven’t written in too long a time. It was a test for my endurance and I really feel I could have gone on longer. Last summer I never wrote a word. Oh, I probably would pick up writing again, but I really love writing to myself so I hope I always continue. Saturday night, after the concert, I couldn’t’ wait until I got home to write ELLEN WON THE MUSIC AWARD!!! I was so happy, happy, HAPPY for her and oh did I cry! Miss Prudon announced her name, Ellen went up to her, and then I couldn’t hold back the tears. I was standing on the platform and I had to get down because I didn’t want to be so noticeable to the audience. Afterwards, Ellen and I hugged each other hard and cried and cried. It seemed we just let ourselves go at that point. And to think that Ellen isn’t coming back next year made our crying a little more uncontrollable. And just today, since our class didn’t have History because Mr. Ambrose told his freshmen to the Cloisters, most of us juniors sat around in our little yellow room at the end of the hall and discussed our futures! It was such an interesting conversation! Melissa was talking about going to law school. She said she wanted to make something out of her name. I think most of us do. I hope we all become great and wonderful people and we’re just 17! But we’ve experienced so much already! I know that we’ve all really got a long, long LONG way to go, especially me, but we all feel so grown up! I was just thinking that in 7th grade, if we talked about our futures, it was never the way we talked today. We were all saying how we liked to be rich, but we didn’t want to do anything. Melissa was saying that she’s going to marry a rich old man with terminal cancer, so he would die soon and leave her all his money. He also had to be childless and without a sex drive so Melissa didn’t have to share her inheritance and so she could have affairs and didn’t have to sleep with the old man.
7:15 P.M.
Just left psychiatrist. I must tell you that this diary belongs to a very unrealistic girl.
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