Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma
Had a bit of a rub-in with one of my teachers this morning. Mr. Buckley.
He laughed at me when I was taking a sort of quiz and offended me. So I showed my displeasure. Now, according to my friends, he feels bad. This is odd because I think usually teachers don’t really care a whole lot about such things and neither do I. I can never tell what Mr. Buck thinks of me so I just assume he doesn’t like me. I don’t think this is pessimistic – it is realistic.
Another incredible night with Mike. Halloween. Much love and a little weed. Just enough to make us feel good – nothing unusual. We just felt good.
Always, Sarah
P.S. I love my Mike.
3 Comments
November 3, 2009 at 9:34 AM
Age 31 | Oh, “Mr. Buckley.” I had such a crush on you. With your love of mid-century modern American writers, your rugged beard, your casual jeans. You’ll think twice about crossing Sweet Sixteen Sarah again, won’t you? I wonder what it was that offended me so?
November 4, 2009 at 7:24 PM
Oh boy the plot thickens! And NAUGHTY SARAH!!! didn’t anyone ever tell you smoking weed is bad!? ;)
November 5, 2009 at 7:22 AM
Ha! Naughty indeed. Stay in school, kids.