The Recital

March 23, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

I did live through today. Barely. Studying late last night certainly paid off. Those tests I was dreading weren't so bad. And I think I did good on them.

~ The Recidle [sic] ~

Pheeuu! Am I glad thats over!

1. I took a little too long getting ready

2. Daddy missed his bus and couldn't make it

3. We got out of the house, me in tears, with sopping wet hair and a real worried mom

4. When we arrived, I had combed my hair in the car and she dryed it in the bathroom there

5. Turned out the whole program was running late, and we arrived right on time

6. I played my best, but felt bad because others my age could playso beautifly [sic]!

And now I am in bed with a aching back and drooping eyes. What a day!

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By the way, T. did call Kenton. At school she somehow got him to agree to play with us Monday's recess. Tricia I could ring your neck!

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How I cherish my dreams! I will see you tonight.

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