Melissa

Growing Up Depressed In The Regan Years,
2001-12-03 02:22:45 (UTC)

Which Bus Are You On? 04-18-1984

WEDNESDAY 18 APRIL 1984 12:12 P.M.
I started to write this in English, but I didn’t have
time. I got a 95% on the essay I wrote on Ordinary People.
Of course. I can easily identify with a suicidal crazy
person. Easy.

I took CAT Tests (Standardized Achievement Tests, we take
them every year,) during periods 1-4, then had to write an
essay during 5th period English. I’m exhausted. My
chemistry and Social Studies teachers are both absent. Yay!

Heidi is coming to my house after school. I don’t really
want to spend all afternoon with her, but we need to
practice.

I wrote Penny a letter and mailed it yesterday. She’ll
probably get it today.

12:35 P.M. (same day)
I’m in Chemistry. I’m supposed to be taking a practice
Regents’ exam, but I can’t even understand the questions.
They don’t make one bit of sense.

I wonder if Mrs. B. (English) read that essay yet. She
asked me how I was feeling, and if I was still using
Progesterone. She’s the only one that ever asks about me.
I guess nobody else really cares enough to ask. At least
there’s one person in this stupid school who cares.

I am so tired. My stomach hurts. I want to sleep. I
don’t want to be in stupid Chemistry.

I hope Heidi decides not to stay after school, because I
don’t feel like staying after today. I should just take
the bus home, and let her come to my house on the late
bus. But I won’t. I’ll find somewhere to go.

This jerk behind me just announced to the class, “Did you
see that rain storm yesterday? It was precipitating pretty
hard, huh?” Before class, he was walking around with a
huge pair of tongs. What a geek.

Only 20 minutes till this period ends. Tomorrow I leave
for Syracuse. Just the thought of spending 3 days with
Betsy, Matt, Heidi, Bleecchh!!!

I will try calling Penny today because I’ll be gone all
weekend. It’s been a week since I’ve talked to her.

I wrote a letter to Universal Studios, asking them to send
me a picture from “The A-Team.” I didn’t mail it yet.
Think Mommy would make some smart comment about it. I
don’t know when I can mail it. Maybe tomorrow on the way
to church.

I want to sign up for Career Day, which is coming up. I’m
interested in the Special Education Program.

Only 6 minutes left. Then we’re seeing some movie. I’m
going to go now.

11:07 P.M. (same day)
It’s late, and I need to go to sleep, but first I want to
write about today.

Heidi didn’t meet me after school, so I figured she stayed
after at her school, and would meet me at my school when
the late bus came (some of the regular busses from the
Junior High stop at the Senior High before taking kids
home, and all of the late busses stop at the Senior High
first.) So I was sitting outside on the steps (it was
really beautiful today), reading a book. I looked up and
saw Heidi and Penny walking across the parking lot. I was
surprised to see either of them, especially together.
Heidi’s teacher drove her to my house, (she thought she was
supposed to meet me there.) She had been waiting there
about 5 minutes, when Penny came by. They decided to come
to school and look for me there. After we got back to my
house, Heidi and I practiced our song (Penny helped a lot
too.) Penny left at 4:15, and Heidi left at 5:30. I
talked to Penny for an hour or so later tonight. She’s
going to mail my “A-Team” letter. If I have left anything
out, I’ll write it on the bus tomorrow.




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