This is me in Grade Nine

This is my real diary from 9th grade. 1996-1997. I am rereading it, as I wished I would when I wrote it. I am sharing it as I wished I would when I wrote it. I can only hope that someone who feels the same can read this and know that in the end of this year, I got through it.

Sunday, September 12

09-12-1996

Today, being the third day, and the twelvth day, in the ninth month, in the 1,996th year of teh 21st century, it wasa pretty odd day. I like all my classes, and I went to school liking Johanne as much as ever. We had an assembly, and she sat next to me, probably out of no choice of her own, there weren't many seats left. At lunch, I waved, smiles, and said Hi. She smiled and waved, this always makes me feel happy. I'm not sure when, but sometime in the day, I lost all hope, and gave up on Johanne. I think it was during the assembly. When she waved, I melted, and reformed as mopey and crusty as ever with the realization: How else is she going to react? I was sad all day, until History, when I realized we're in school. She's not supposed to be looking all over the room. She made a few glances in my direction, which means that she probably saw mw looking at her, but I can only hope that wasn't the only reason she looked back. ::sigh:: but it probably was. Well, after this, I realized that she's known my existence for 4 days, and I should be patiend. ::sigh::, (smile) When she waves to me at lunch, I melt just thinking about it...drop...drip...drip...
Silly, i know I'm silly
cause I'm hanging in this tree
in hoping that she'll catch a glimpse of me -Smashing Pumpkins -lily, (my one and only)
I've got to practice my 2 min public speech about public speaking.

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