February 1, 2011

FEBRUARY 1st, 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996

FEBRUARY 1st, 1993

In choir, Mrs. Crandell is ordering an Amy Grant medley for us to sing.

In 6th period (I already said) I sit all the way away from him. I think he got a haircut or something. His bangs were kind of fluffy. Tomorrow in SStudies, Mr. S gave us the opportunity to change classroom rules around. (the whole shebang: Senate, bills, veto, etc)

Tonight (7 to 9:30) I have Pom-Pom. I get to pass by his house.

I got a Dinosaurs coloring book on Saturday night when we went shopping. I am coloring a picture for Marie Jocke.

In 7th period English we talked about how blind we thought Mrs. Weigel was. I said she was looking right at Danielle and punished YKW when Danielle threw something.

FEBRUARY 1st, 1994

Typical day. Holly (Stone) kept coming up to me and telling everyone I was a great singer. I'm getting embarrassed when I'm seen with GIRL.

Michelle told me that in Biology, BOY asked if he could see her book, took it, and looked at the covers where I had written "JJ loves BOY", etc. He looked at it again! Sigh.

FEBRUARY 1st, 1995

I went in early to practice "Naomi in the Living Room" and in 2nd period Mr. Moore asked "Were you the one screaming this morning?"

I caught Drew's eye in the hall for a second. I wonder if he thinks about me.

In 7th period we (Jenni Mueller, Erin Hixon, Chris Sotz, Lisa Hoffman) discussed life and reincarnation, and every other unsolved mystery we could think of while the seniors gave us weird looks.

FEBRUARY 1st, 1996

7th period we had a 45 minute long Pep Rally for the winter sports. Julie on trumpet and me on mellophone sat with, yet apart, from the band. Tony was supposed to lead the Rally but he skipped school. So Mr. Mercer did it. (And did it better!) Oh, I made the Forensics "cut" so I'm competing Saturday.

Julie and I hope to go out tonight with Justin. Norris wants to go out on Friday night. Katie wants to do something tonight. What do I really want to do? Go out alone with BOY. I want to sit and talk for hours. I miss him. The OLD him.

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