April 20, 1994 – Wednesday – 5:30 p.m.

I just got home.  Our Computer Applications class went to Pittsboro today.  I had an okay time.

I stayed after school for about an hour to catch up on some work.

I also saw my step-grandparents (Henry’s parents) today.  They told me that their daughter Karen, went to Lees-McRae once for a basketball camp.  She said it was the most beautiful place in the world.

You know what, I don’t meant to sound prideful, but I’ve done pretty good so far.  Everyone tells me that I have a good head on my shoulders.  Whenever we have writing assignments in English and the papers are read out loud, everyone looks forward to mine.

I will do okay up at Lees-McRae.  I will be somebody.  I will be an good actor, writer, director, and lover of Jesus.

Whenever I was growing up no one said that I was a good singer.  I remember Brandon telling me to keep singing and eventually I’d sound okay.

Whenever I called him Sunday morning, he just found out that I sing background vocals for the Praise Band.  He said, “See, I told you you’d get good.”  He was right.

The time has come.  My work in this place is almost complete.  Thirty-two days are left of school.

Then two and a half months and then I will move on.  I am now looking forward to it.  The Lord is preparing me and I know he will provide me with what I need when I get up there.

I know there will be trials and temptations there, but He has His eye on me.  I know that it is true.

I have faith in God and myself.  I believe in myself.  I have to, or I will not survive.