Portrait of Mrs. Dowell

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

Finally, I have gotten to bed at a good time; 8:34. This day went fast, in school I talked to Mrs. Dauphin* (counselor) about Andrea. I hope things will work out.

My mother may be getting a full time job, if everything works out. In some ways I think it would be better for her to stay full time mom.

After school I had my first violin lesson (private) with Mrs. Dowell*. Mrs. Dowell is an average height, with curly, short, brown hair.

She has long violin fingers, that always smell of soap (that's good).

She always seems to be smiling and when she laughs seems to hyperventilate, but in a cheerful way. Her mood is usually good, and well-humored.

But when she is mad or serious (when playing music is mostly when, which she is incidentally very good at) you can usually tell.

Her brows will go up and down and her lips tighten up. I think she is wonderful, though sometimes she's flippy, and I am proud to be a student of hers.

Sweet & merry the sun does be when shining down on you & me then 'neath the moon & star so our world is that of "if", "maybe" & "might" bright a silly poem for my dearest Anne.

*Names changed.

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