Banner Elk Police came last night and questioned Mike regarding the break-in. I talked to him about it earlier. But Mike wasn’t here. He didn’t do it. Banner Elk Police found that out the hard way. They searched his room, etc., but he came out clean.
I knew Mike couldn’t be that stupid. It upset him that he was falsely accused.
A week from now, the first session of summer classes will be over.
It’s almost July of 1996. Where has the time gone?
There will be no Fishnet this year. Perhaps Deep Creek will happen for Labor Day.
It’s good to be in this area. I wish I could see Vince more often. Allen and I stick close together to keep our faith alive. I don’t see Charlie as much.
We called Dan. He’s fine.
Curtis should be up here soon.
Monday night we played capture the flag with the Orientation students. I met a dude named Josh who will be in 205 McAlister. He has a physical problem where he looks like a little kid. He’s 18 years old, but he looks and sounds 12. It’s like he never went through puberty. He is so cool and really funny. We’re already good friends.
In a month and a half a new school year will begin.
I often look forward to the future. But life is not in the future. Life is now.
Yesterday, Charlie and I went to Boone to the Christian bookstore. We had fun. He is so great. Kate accepted Jesus into her heart. She is going to be baptized soon. The Lord used Charlie and now Kate is a part of the Kingdom of God.
Last night, Dan, Mike, Vince and I went hiking around Hawksnest Ski Resort. We just wanted to hike the slope up to the top and watch the sunset. While there, someone asked us to move Mike’s truck out of the parking lot. We did and then continued our hike. On the way back down the slope, flashlights were shined in our face and, well, we got arrested for 2nd Degree Trespassing. They thought we were stealing golf balls. The person who asked us to move the truck said to the police that he asked us to leave. But we said he just asked us to move the truck, we didn’t know we were supposed to be there. It was just an innocent little hike. I have to go to court on November 16th.
It was actually kind of fun, being questioned and taken down to the Seven Devils Police Department. I’m hope I’m not in serious trouble; a wonderful memory to look back on.
Jonathan called the other night, he is not doing so good. Some gay guys are giving him some trouble. What will become of my best friend?
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.