Christian Pastimes

Note and Disclaimer: This is a work of my own design. All names have not been changed, so if this is an issue, somebody contact me with information PLEASE. This is based on a journal I wrote in middle school. Most of it is true, but some of it was filled in for plot. Most of it is true, some of it isn't. But, in any case, it's a desperate cry of a younger teenager who only wanted to be loved and appreciated. I don't know how else to put it.

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The world was calling you away
And your leaving was just your way
Of staying with what you'd come to say
This pain is the poem slowly written
Torn from the book
And cast into a corner of the attic
Where no one could look
This rage for all to see
Caught fire and burned all around me
'til there was nothing left to burn
Now I stand alone in these attic walls
And reread that poem all yellowed with age
Tears heal such as healing is
So I cast that page into the flame
And there is no blame, only shades of regret
And those too will fade
As the world calls me away…

~Lindsey Buckingham

Wednesday, June 5, 2002
New Britain, Connecticut

I can never understand the poem that was written above. I guess I'm so stupid at times.

My older sister Melissa says that I should start this journal, given to me by Uncle Ron, Auntie Marion and my cousin Michelle on my birthday last month, since I accidentally "lost" my diary last month at school. She also said that I say some "private thoughts" to her and in starting the journal, I will have hopes of having someone to talk to. Ok. So why should I write in this journal? My life is as dull and boring as it is.

School's pretty dull too except for the fact that we have only five days left of school (not counting weekends and days off). We watched a movie (The Princess Bride) during our English, Geography and Literature classes (courtesy of teachers Mr. Molchan and Mr. Ouellette) and we only have one real class left, with schoolwork, homework and tests and that's Science with Mrs. Johnson.

The other teachers – Mrs. Eisner, Mr. Wnuk and Mr. Archambeault (I call him Mr. A.) – are letting us go with the homework and tests, since the eighth graders are graduating this Saturday and we're going to be ending for the year soon. I have plans for the summer with all of my friends – Vanessa (who is graduating Saturday), Pamela (Pam for short) and Stephanie (who has been friends with me since Kindergarten). The summer is actually looking up!

I guess I'll miss the days of "fun" in seventh grade. At least Mr. Molchan, my favorite teacher (along with Mr. A and Mr. Wnuk), is coming back again next year (this is actually his first year teaching here, since M.I.A. – Mary Immaculate Academy – closed last year). Not to mention, I am going to my last year, eighth grade, breezing through my subjects and graduating in June. Then it's high school for me!

God, I'm boring, am I? I'll stop writing for now in hopes of thinking of something new and exciting to write.