Today when we went to go to catechism, we got there all right, but noone was there! So then Dahlia pulled up and we went to the Rectory, where Father Neadle calls his house. Mrs. Tyson (ed. note: the housekeeper) said he had never come! So then we went to the bowling alley and Dad picked us up. But I had dropped a glove in the parking lot. So we had to go back and get it. GAWD it was such an INTERESTING day!
I was a teenager during the years 1984-1989. I lived in New England at this time. I also kept a diary. You know how people will describe teenagers and say stuff like "oh they are so sophisticated for their age!" As you will see, this never applied to me. I was a massive wallflower. A dorky, un-hip, living-in-a-bubble child of the 80's. In other words, a teenage dumbass.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 8, 1985 (age 13)
Today when we went to go to catechism, we got there all right, but noone was there! So then Dahlia pulled up and we went to the Rectory, where Father Neadle calls his house. Mrs. Tyson (ed. note: the housekeeper) said he had never come! So then we went to the bowling alley and Dad picked us up. But I had dropped a glove in the parking lot. So we had to go back and get it. GAWD it was such an INTERESTING day!
Today when we went to go to catechism, we got there all right, but noone was there! So then Dahlia pulled up and we went to the Rectory, where Father Neadle calls his house. Mrs. Tyson (ed. note: the housekeeper) said he had never come! So then we went to the bowling alley and Dad picked us up. But I had dropped a glove in the parking lot. So we had to go back and get it. GAWD it was such an INTERESTING day!
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