We run the gauntlet. Must get to France. So we can French kiss some French girls.

We used to dream. Now we worry about dying.

Will I always look like a little girl?

Gahh.

I'm more than likely going to be one of those teachers who everyone thinks is just another student. Because I will never age. I will stay looking like a little ginger for the rest of my life. Freckles are the ultimate curse. I'll never look wise and weathered. Only a little big kid. Not even. Just...like a little girl. Whaddya do?

I've vowed that tonight, since it's Saturday, and I'm done with Whittier, and I finished three books this week...I'm gonna get drunk. Yeah.

And I will do absolutely nothing tomorrow, either.