Excerpts from my seventh grade journal (soon to be called "Olonso").

Wed. 9/12/73 Do not read.

Dear Journal,
I think the teachers are getting out of hand, criticizing us and calling people names...
Well, I'd better go. I might get to do something fun today. (I doubt it.)

Goodbye.
J.W.N.

(Author's note:
I think the top line of this entry caught Mr.C's eye, because I saw him reading it as I walked past his desk. I went to my seat terrified. He called me back to his desk and he discussed the whole thing with me calmly. I began to admire him.)