From time to time, I like to revisit childhood journals for hilariously awkward and occasionally mortifying stories. Here’s what happened after what seems to have been the spring dance. (Evidently I had resolved to journal more frequently, but failed to do so.) I’ve typed it exactly as written, except for replacing full names with initials to somewhat protect the identities of other “characters.”
March 19, 1995 (Sunday) 9:17 pm
I guess I majorly broke my resolution. By about a month! Sorry.
I went to the dance on Friday. My friend MS came as my guest. I danced twice, with JM. The 1st time, I asked him to dance with me. Afterwards, CT sent EB over to tell me, “If you dance with JM again, CT will kick your ass!” Nice, huh? What a bitch! Towards the end, CH got CT’s “permission” for me to dance with JM again. And JM told me that he and CT weren’t even there together!
I would have asked MA to dance, too, but he was “sucking face” w/DD all night. I don’t think the chaperones even noticed. At the end, somebody asked MA something and he yelled back, “Did it look like I was choching [nb: choking] her?” and I said under my breath, “No. I looked like you were eating her!” Luckily, he didn’t hear me.
After the dance, CH, TY, and MS slept over.
I’ve got to go now!
I went to school with the same 49 kids from kindergarten through eighth grade, so I have no idea why in virtually every journal entry I used everyone’s full name. We had two Kriste/ins (including me), two Erins (both with the last initial B), and two Jennifers, and three Jeffs. Those made sense to specify, but not sure about the others! Certainly none of the people in this story had a same-namer in the grade.
At any rate, I wish MA had heard what I said and I’d recorded the hilarity that would have no doubt ensued. Don’t worry — I have clear memories of dancing with him other times. And in fact, the next entry (March 29 — I was really slacking on that daily journaling thing!) includes this tidbit:
Oh, jeez. The other day, as I was walking down the hall, MA scared me to death. He snuck up behind me, grabbed me around the waist, and screamed, “BOO!” I must have jumped at least a foot. He talks to me every day, now. Sigh. Well’ Well, I heard that MA and DD are breaking up!
I can’t remember why exactly I was so wild about him, but I was, for YEARS. I always wonder what will happen if the people in these stories read these entries. Will they recognize themselves? Will they remember the incidents I’m describing? If so, I hope they comment!
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