Monday

Well, school's started, and it's no different from what I expected. It is a pity I don't have Mr. Mg, Mrs. McM instead. God help me! Math will be hard as hell, Spanish easy, English good (Mr. D, hurrah), French is great because the teacher speaks beautifully and we are reading Rhinoceros. I'm taking orchestra and, it seems, music theory. No chorus. I'll take swimming during the winter.

I stuck to my schedule perfectly and it seems to work. After the jogging I collapsed, heart racing , face pounding red, hot, and later light-headed when I got up. I prayed after meditation, very nice.

B seems to me to be a likely no. 1 companion, M is no. 2, S no. 3, and I don't know how K2 thinks of me. She seems almost too frantic for me now. (It was the other way round last year.) K is a person definitely to talk to. Of the new people (tons!) C seems to be most attractive to me. Of the boys, a giant zilch as far as I can see so far, all except J, who is just a nice guy. Well...

B is looking forward to GYBSO too. Something seems to have happened between her and R. She doesn't understand it either so that really puts me in the dark. Oh well, I shouldn't be nosy, it serves me right.

I hope I can hack all my courses and keep up my fluting as well. I'm sure as hell gonna make a damn hard try! I feel like talking to Mr. M. I should write to the Cs shortly, I wonder if she's thinking of The School. Probably, it's an inescapable institution that follow you where you go and whatever you do.

I still have a dull ache of rejection in my heart from Mr. K, but until my first lesson with Ms. B I guess I'll have to learn to live with it.

Alas, it is 12:10 and I must rise at six-thirty. Bon soir ma chere ~ as a charming frenchman would say (Send me one, God!) ~ a demain.

Tuesday

I was about to fall asleep last night when I was jolted awake by the most incredible cramps in my left calf. My whole leg was sore today. B and I went to the public library to see if we could find some flute and viola music, but there wasn't any. I fell asleep after meditating this afternoon. No more jogging until leg isn't sore. Brisk walking, yes. I get out early from school on Tuesdays.

J and E called me. I find it easier to talk to E for some reason. Both of them are interested in starting to meditate. I hope they do. I wonder what our first Bible class will be like. I love the way Mr. M talks and teaches. I also have a music theory class. I have to remember to take my "Harmony" (Piston) into school tomorrow. I sewed a patch on my jeans, I love the material I used. I thought I would have time for recreation today, but since I took that nap and we ate dinner so late, I didn't. I practiced 1 1/2 hrs. I am pleased that I have been doing that since Thursday. If I keep it up there is no way I will not improve. Praise God for a mind and fingers to love and play the flute with. At last my mouth has found something constructive to do, other than feed me. God keep me true to the flute and to music. Real musicians are beautiful people.

J and J are going up to Apple Hill. I envy them. There is a vague possibility that I can have a lesson with Ms. B when I'm up at Hancock, or that me and B and K are going to go over to Apple Hill. It's just a question of how do we get back to Boston. HMM! Where there's a will there's a way, as they say; true or not I'm not sure. If it's true then there sure-as-hell will be a way.

One of my parents has got to tell G what E plans for his house and kids. I might try writing him a letter. God, that is a crappy situation. What are you going to do about it? And what about you, Pascale?

I am tired and it is nearly midnight, and I must rise early tomorrow and all tomorrows except Sundays ~ the day of rest. Amen.

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