Tuesday, November 19, 1974
in morning
Today my mom slept an hour late
we had to hurry to get to school on time.

Reading Class
this afternoon at our club we had a big acorn fight I only got hit once and that time it was point blank.
At lunch I had soup, as usual.
In geography we had a test, I think I did pretty well, I think.
I like my teachers in this order from worst to best: Mr. Lichfuss, Mrs. Price, Mr. Bedell, Mr. Stone
We are working on poems.

Poems

Rain

Rain running
Along
Intricate
Networks

School

Stupid
Crummy
Horrible
Outrageous
Ouch!
Lousy

english
Now we are in english class. I just finished my math homework, now I might either rewrite my story or I might just write in this journal.

Theo.
I think the task of copying over my story will be endless.
Bobby Curtis is a bratty snob-bully.
I think Mr. Bedell must have grown up in either the country or the south.
I think mr. marlin is very unfair, he gave me demerits for being two seconds late for study period, and to top that I just came back from the bathroom and I had already been here and dropped my books.

Late
I don't want to write much because I just finished copying a five page english assignment.