for the reader who feels a bit ripped off about the skipping of the college journals:
Monday July 1, 1991
2:15 just outside Hibbard
I am so relieved! Our play folders are due tomorrow and we shouldn’t have class but John suggested instead of having class on Friday we go tomorrow and have a four day weekend. Hurray!! Now, I don’t have to skip class on Friday.

I had the worst dream last night! I dream that Dad had died and no one was calling to see how we were or what happened. It was like no one cared and I was going bananas yelling and screaming about what a bunch of assholes the chromey family was. It was really a bad dream.

Wednesday August 7, 1991
11:13 p.m. in my room
Well, my dream summer is coming to an end. I only have two more days of creative writing class, then bye-bye Jon forever. It’s back to Chicago and his teaching. How depressing. What’s even more depressing is that Brian, the one Angie had a curhs on, is getting married on Saturday!! I only found out yesterday. I could have died. He offered me a ride home yesterday — it made me feel so happy!! Today was goo too. I got a B on my totally sucky English essay. But the best was the time I spent bsing with Andy a goergous redhead in the Blu-Gold (Burger King). He’s really cute — a Philosophy major. I should ahad a crush on him all semester. He writes the most intense Jim Morrison type poetry. He’s so all-american looking, he doesn’t look the Doors type at all. He’s really interesting.

I’m going to miss everyone. I’m hoping I see them around in the fall — one never knows. I can hope.

Jon T. write the best poem called Question it goes something like, “i wonder if people who have died stay up at night writing poetry remember their friends who lived.” It still gives me goosebumps.

Friday August 9, 1991
5:00pm Chippewa Library
Well, summer school ended with the promise to call in the fall. It really is quite depressing. Andy (whose real name is Joel) left without saying goodbye. He’s having surgery on his knee tomorrow. Angie left for home today too! and Cathy leaves Monday. This is too much depression for me to handle. John with the hat left before I coould get a copy of his wakin dream poem (brat!).

But, the best part of the whole day (semester?), I talked to Jon the Catholic. It was great. He gave me the copy of his question peom, which i absolutely love. It was great talking to him, I could kick myself though. Because he said he was going to go get something to eat and I didn’t invite him to the Blugold to join me, Anna, and Brandon. Stupid, stupid me.

11:15pm Living Room
I’m kind of tired, but still in the afterglow of my talk with Jon. We talked a bit about Journalism, he remembered I was a Journalism major — good, good good. Anna read the cover of my journal and almost cried . She loved it. Tomorrow we are going tubing. I’d love to ask Jon to go (right!).

today
i am really pissed that i don’t remember this allegedy hot redhead philosophy major at all. really pissed.

also i can’t think of what would have made anna cry. the only thing on the frontal area of this journal is an ee cummings quote on the inside cover:
To be nobody–
but myself in a world
which is doing it’s best,
night an day, to make you
everybody else — means to
fight the hardest battle
which any human being
can fight, and never
stop fighting