Bad Teachers

March 13, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Today, like every other Tuesday since I started, was my private violin lesson. I think my musical skills are really improving. And I love it.

Tricia is still in a rotten mood, and we're all going through a cussing stage (my mom's getting on me for saying God!! etc.).

When Melissa and I taught reading class today everything went wrong. Nobody understood what we were trying to teach. I don't know if we're bad teachers, or what. Oh well, it'll go better tomorrow.

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Boy is everything hectic around here! I wish I were with you.

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