A day in the life, circa 1990
I've been threatening to do this for a while and there's no better time than now, I suppose.
Now you can see why I prefer a computer-based journal to a hand-written one. Here is the account from one day, scanned directly from the pages of one of my old loose leaf notebooks.
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The only change from the original is that I've scrubbed out the last names of people.
For those of you who are really interested, below is a transcription of what is said on those pages. (Complete with horrendous spelling errors.)
The bus ride is for a band competition. The people are all, of course, from the band. They're the people I spent every morning with and performed with on stage for many concerts during those four years of high school (and the three previous years, too).
May 13, 1990--Mother's Day--Sunday, 12:14 AM
Nothing too interesting happened today, so let's just get right to yesterday.
The bus rid there (to Arlington High School) wasn't very interesting, it was too early. At the competition we did pretty good, we got an "A".
Now the bus ride home, that was fun. Let's strt with the wild:
Eric #### gave Rich #### and Mat #### super wedgies. Both Rich and Mat total lost ther underwear. Mat's were so torn that he took them off and Rich only had the front of his left. Then Eric tried to get Mike #### int the back by holding his jacket hostage. Eric kept throwing it out the bus's window and holding on to a small piece of it. Mike never went back to get it, so I guess he gets it on Monday.
And now the wonderful:
We all know that the band has some pretty good-looking women in it. At the top are people like Karen and Kristin. On the ride home I became aquainted with anothe beautiful, both in appearance and pesonality, woman, Jill ####.
Now I started talking to Jill in a strange way, teaching her how to play that wonderful card game Bullshit. We went on to Black Jack and 5 Card Draw, then, after we finished playing cards, I let her read my poems. Her reaction to my poems was the best and mot touching I've gotten. She almost cried after reading some of them. My poetry really touched her heart. Not only does she like my poetry, but she is also interested in UFO's and Tarot cards. If she doesn't already have a boyfriend, I'd be happy to be her boyfriend.
Not it's later (12:49) and there is school tomorrow, even though its been raining most of the day.
GOOD NIGHT!
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Angst, poetry and pining... if I had known what Goth was back then, I would've been all over that scene... :)
Reading back through that, I can remember it just like it was yesterday--from the super wedgies right through the look in Jill's eyes as we talked for the rest of the ride home.
Jill became one of the three women who saved my life in high school without even knowing they had done so. I never did date her and last I heard (which was more than a few years ago), she had married a classmate of mine and moved to Israel with him. He, as I understand, is a doctor.
Sometimes, when I watch the news, I wonder if they're still over there.
Now you can see why I prefer a computer-based journal to a hand-written one. Here is the account from one day, scanned directly from the pages of one of my old loose leaf notebooks.
Page 1 | Page 2
The only change from the original is that I've scrubbed out the last names of people.
For those of you who are really interested, below is a transcription of what is said on those pages. (Complete with horrendous spelling errors.)
The bus ride is for a band competition. The people are all, of course, from the band. They're the people I spent every morning with and performed with on stage for many concerts during those four years of high school (and the three previous years, too).
May 13, 1990--Mother's Day--Sunday, 12:14 AM
Nothing too interesting happened today, so let's just get right to yesterday.
The bus rid there (to Arlington High School) wasn't very interesting, it was too early. At the competition we did pretty good, we got an "A".
Now the bus ride home, that was fun. Let's strt with the wild:
Eric #### gave Rich #### and Mat #### super wedgies. Both Rich and Mat total lost ther underwear. Mat's were so torn that he took them off and Rich only had the front of his left. Then Eric tried to get Mike #### int the back by holding his jacket hostage. Eric kept throwing it out the bus's window and holding on to a small piece of it. Mike never went back to get it, so I guess he gets it on Monday.
And now the wonderful:
We all know that the band has some pretty good-looking women in it. At the top are people like Karen and Kristin. On the ride home I became aquainted with anothe beautiful, both in appearance and pesonality, woman, Jill ####.
Now I started talking to Jill in a strange way, teaching her how to play that wonderful card game Bullshit. We went on to Black Jack and 5 Card Draw, then, after we finished playing cards, I let her read my poems. Her reaction to my poems was the best and mot touching I've gotten. She almost cried after reading some of them. My poetry really touched her heart. Not only does she like my poetry, but she is also interested in UFO's and Tarot cards. If she doesn't already have a boyfriend, I'd be happy to be her boyfriend.
Not it's later (12:49) and there is school tomorrow, even though its been raining most of the day.
GOOD NIGHT!
=================================
Angst, poetry and pining... if I had known what Goth was back then, I would've been all over that scene... :)
Reading back through that, I can remember it just like it was yesterday--from the super wedgies right through the look in Jill's eyes as we talked for the rest of the ride home.
Jill became one of the three women who saved my life in high school without even knowing they had done so. I never did date her and last I heard (which was more than a few years ago), she had married a classmate of mine and moved to Israel with him. He, as I understand, is a doctor.
Sometimes, when I watch the news, I wonder if they're still over there.