The second week of school is over. It is very exhausting already. Being editor-in-chief of the school newspaper involves work and decisions, which is exactly what I signed up for. Debate is eating hours out of every day — a good thing, also. More than anything right now I want to be one of the two people on the A debate team at my school. Probably, I let too many things trip my ambition, and when this A team thing doesn’t materialize I will be unreasonably devastated and then will proceed to be a maniac about something else, say head editor of Frontage Roads.

Everyone in the universe has gone away to college ! This is very upsetting. I am completely jealous of the college experience. One of the magnificent things about Coon-Hardy (which was pretty excellent overall) was that it was a new place, with new and interesting people in it.

It occurs to me that this writing here that I do, that I consider so necessary, will really only become valuable if I accrue fame and fortune sometime in the future, or at least die notably. Ought to get on that.

I have very little patience for commercials against substance abuse, because they are boring and self-important and do not apply to me. Also, ugly men with chin-length hair.