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

Tuesday 8/28/73 Do not read.

Dear Journal,
I wish school would hurry up and end. Next year will have to be better. It can't get any worse. I know exactly what the teachers are trying to do. They are giving us strict rules because they had a bunch of mean dudes last year and they expect us to be that way.
...I would rather know Mr. C as a friend, not a teacher.

J.W.N.