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, October 31

10-31-1996 Hurt my Neck on Halloween

today was the most interesting day I've had in a long time. I dawned my straight jacket, and mad mime face, and had it all day. we walked to Vernal falls. Vernal falls was beautiful, and with 548 stairs +/- 50, it was a diff. hike. wonderful. After, peopel got a little Rowdy, and we were forced to stay in our cabins. On Halloween! Well, I got in a fist fight, but it wasn;t much of one, as someone tied my straight jacket together. I kicked, pressed my face into his new, white starter Jacket, and bit him. It started because someone threw an orange. I feel so sorry, and so did the guy, because he went after me because he thought I was trying to hurt him. A big misunderstanding. I think. I dunno. Well, after we were grounded, I was pissed, and on the way to the campfire, I started running. Ran around people, over rocks, untill...
there was a very large rock and it wasin my way, so I climbed on top of it, and jumped off it.
To my dismay, there was someone below. I don't know who. Well, I hit this mystery person, and flipped, landing on my neck. *crack**crack**pop**crack*
It hurt like a bitch. After a while, I told a teacher, and Mr. Beattie took me to the clinic. I went to the emergency room, was X-rayed, wheeled around, and given a neck brace. It is a soft, squishy one, looks liek a big foam pad. They say tomorrow, it is going to hurt even more. Oh man.
BTW- Mike Anpickapon is the guy who I fought, and I feel so guilty about it. He does too, so I guess it's not my fault.
-this is a pain in the Neck
Ciao

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