Oct 10, 1969 Walter sat behind
me again, Cassandra, and he didn’t even have to! The test wasn’t too hard and
I’m sure to of passed with a good mark. So far I’m still in the same history
class. I saw Tom today, too, Cassandra. He was talking to a girl about having
his hair cut. His hair is nearly black and thick. It’s down to his neck. I hope he doesn’t get it cut too short. He
looks a lot like Jim Stacy. From the back his hair cut is like Quentin’s. [Spoiler alert – I can’t believe how
OBSESSED I was with David Selby / Quentin so be forewarned].
I asked my father if I could be a volunteer at the hospital and he said
no because I might bring home sickness to Charlotte. He said in the summer I could. I have resolved to get myself out of my shell
and mixed up with people and my father spoiled. Now I’m going to have to pull
myself together and join the drama club.
I guess Otranee will be glad because she’s been begging me to go. I’d
feel better if Jocelyn went too. I’d feel a lot safer. Well I better join. That’s
about all I have to say so adieu. Cassandra.
NOTE: This is the first mention of my good friend
Ranee. Jocelyn was a friend I had a
little while in Grade 11 but she quit school before Christmas; as I recall she
came from a Hutterite or Mennonite colony.
Quickly skimming through my entries I don’t mention Silvia until
February and yet we met and became friends around this time.
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