It’s been a few days, but who cares? Right now I’m listening to tapes by Steve Green. The one now is in Spanish. I really like Steve Green, and I like Spanish. We have to read The Andromeda Strain for English class. I’m on page 115 of 290. I have to have it read by the end of school, which is eight days away. I like the book so I think I’ll read it now for a while. I haven’t been doing to good on reading my Bible. The last time I read it was on the 12th.

Let me start out by saying I got Ms. Tinner a violet instead of a gift certificate for all she’s done for me.

There are about three things I have to do before going to bed each night. (1.) Read a little from my Bible, (2.) write down how I feel, and (3.) and read something to put me to sleep.

I don’t know what’s wrong but I think I’m going through a Great Depression. I feel like no one in my family cares about what happens to me. Then I fell like I’m just saying that to get pity. My mom and I had a huge conflict last Sunday. Tim and I had one tonight. I feel like mom and dad don’t do their job because they say, “Tell us when something is wrong.” Then, they don’t do anything about it. I have to do it or it won’t get done. Then, I get yelled at for “being the parent.” I get mad sometimes, but I just cannot portray it on paper.

In five days, I’m going to Cedar Point. I am not going to ride the new roller coaster that they have that goes 70 mph. Fourteen school days until I’m out of school and 26 days until I go to Puerto Rico. It’s kind of scary.

It’s been a year since I have written. By the way, I got a 1 on that solo I mentioned a year ago. We have a Free Press route. I really ought to do it now, but I decided to write. Today is a really busy day. Big Chuck and Li’l John from Channel 8 are going to be at the mall today. I am taking Tim to lunch and to see them. I am going to Puerto Rico this summer. I can’t wait. It will be the first time I have flown since I was a baby.

The phone just rang. It was my mom’s friend. She just got a divorce this year. She called to ask me to bring her son home from an activity with Nathanael. She told me that yesterday was her last day of work for a while. I think this world is so unfair. Here, Lynn has four kids, all boys, and no father for them, now she’s laid-off.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have been going to Pfeiffer to tutor some kids. Then, I started talking to Ms. Tinner, a counselor down there. I tell her everything about me. She is really nice about letting me go to talk to her. I only have 15 days of school left. I think I’ll get Ms. Tinner a gift certificate to a restaurant for letting me talk.

Yesterday, I had a “chicken paper” due for Mr. Bingle. I don’t like him. On the other hand, I like Mr. Laps, my drafting teacher. These six weeks we are doing a section on architecture. I am designing an “H” shaped ranch. It’s really neat. I only have one female teacher, Mrs. Najdovski, for Spanish. I have Mr. Zeigler for geometry, Mr. Harvey for English, Mr. Hall for band, and Mr. DiAntonio for Programming II. I like most all of my teachers. My mom and I went to Dr. Oescheger, her psychologist, yesterday. I don’t like him very much. So what? Right?