From the Vault

I've recently found some of my old journals and couldn't resist sharing a few tidbits with you from 1995 when I was 15. I was a real gem.

8-7-95: Today was the start of tennis tryouts. The only reason I was trying out was because mom said she would pay me if I did. Then I found out that she also wanted me to be on the team. I bailed. I told her before that I didn't want to be on the team but she said that I should tryout just for the fun. Then she said today she wasn't going to pay me unless I took tennis in school [next year]. What a moron. So when it came time after lunch to go back to the courts I told her I wasn't going to try out... . She told me I should go anyway. The problem was I am too stubborn and she is too, so it was stalemate. Well this time I was determined to get my way so I just didn't get in the car. Well what could she do to me? Nothing! Ahh, the power. She said she wasn't leaving until I got in the car. Not my problem. I just went and hid in [my sister's] closet until she came ranting through the house looking for me. Finally she gave up. After I was sure she was gone I came out and found a nasty note on my bed. Like I care.

To me, these journals are painfully compelling to read through. I really don't remember being as emotionally insane as most of my entries indicate. And yes, my life did seem to revolve around boys. Alas, my teenage self would be shocked to know how typical she was. Poor girl.

Here I am being "unique":

Sometimes for a thrill I walk down the school hall on the "wrong side." When the halls are crowded, people come at me, get a really confused look on their face, and move to the other side. The fact that I am throwing them off their worn track scares them. It's great fun.

And dabbling in youthful rebellion:

4-24-95: [My orchestra teacher] caught me drawing on the stands with a white out marker. He told me that my punishment was the label all the stands "HPHS Orchestra." Well I really don't like the man so all the stand now read "Ach-pee-ach-ess Orchestra."

7-95: It's silly how early my curfew is. Midnight is when I wake up! I stayed at [a friend's] house till 2:00 am then decided I needed to face my parents. I was really scared they would eat me or something. I got home and all the lights were out - my parents must have been asleep. Thank goodness. I haven't seen them yet this morning but I woke up at 7:00 just to prepare myself for their probable wrath.

6-19-95: Well, [church girl's camp] did suck. Our leader ended up going home 1/2 way through camp because she hated us so much. The truth is, the lady just doesn't know how to handle teenagers. Mom said she is never going to send me or [my sister] back to that camp again. Somehow we always manage to run off the leaders.

And the classic:

5-26-96: Nobody asked me to prom.

Gee, I wonder why?