02
[I have no choice but to grit my teeth and bear it, even with those that should know better. We will be living and playing together for a full year. I will leave it alone.
The memories continue. The feelings of isolation are a painful reminder of my first year of junior high when I felt awkward and utterly alone. I am not well-liked; this is a fact that I have come to terms with. My methods of leadership do not invite feelings of good will from other schools or even tolerance. I know this yet harsh words still sting, nonetheless.
I miss Kabaji. I miss my mother. I miss Kantoku. I miss the simplicity at Hyoutei. I am ill-suited to this environment but I will not give up. I will persevere here as I did at Hyoutei and I will overcome these obstacles. I will learn how to be happy here. I will adapt.
This entry feels unfinished though I know not what more to say.
It is almost dinner time. Perhaps I shall cut this short, then.]