The auditions for Once Upon A Mattress went great last night. I should at least have a part in the chorus. That’s all I really want anyway. I’m not a singer.
I have to go back again today at 4:00 p.m.
I only went to two classes today. That’s all I had.
In my Alpha class we have to keep a journal, so I’m just going to turn this one in. Mrs. McGinnis is my teacher, so Mrs. McGinnis I’m not going to hold back on my writing just because I know you’re reading this. I’ve kept a journal since November 14, 1992. Some things will not make since to you, because you haven’t read my first six Books of Days.
Anyway, this weekend I will have time to write and catch you up on everything and possibly go into detail.
Last night, after James and I went to see I Do, I Do, (the last production of the school’s summer theater) with a girl named Cheris, we walked over to The Pantry to buy something to drink. Well, James bought a Mystic and I bought a Gatorade. A cop passed us and stopped us because he thought we both bought beer. All three of us had a good laugh.
Something scared me though after we left The Pantry. James asked me where we were headed and I said, “Back home.”
I called this place home.
I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
