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2005 - 2007: High School

by Ada O.

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August 16, 2013

Home - 3/2/2005

Some more stuff happenned to me in Strasbourg, but I don't really feel like writing about it. The most notable thing, probably, is the fact that we tried to go to a discotheque (as I mentioned i...


I smoked something in Strasbourg. I am afraid to tell even my friends for fear of disapproval, but I'll tell you: I did. Honest to God, I smoked something. Maryvonne told me that we were going...


Once when we were walking to school, Maryvonne said, in English, "So tell me about Adam." I had mentioned him briefly when she had said something about breaking up with her boyfriend. I could t...


August 16, 2013

Sport - 3/2/2005

Things continued to be bad the morning after we went bowling. In the morning I think her mom got mad at me, and I'm not sure why. I didn't like her morning classes. I didn't even really talk t...


I sent this email the afternoon before we went bowling. This is the kind of thing I said when people asked me for my general impression of France. subject: Hey, guess where I am? FRANCE! Yea...


August 16, 2013

Bowling - 3/1/2005

My first night in Stasbourg was great. Things were awkward for another couple of hours, but it turns out that Maryvonne's best friend is Kat's host, so the four of us ended up wandering around t...


August 16, 2013

Arriving - 2/28/2005

The morning we left for Strasbourg, I was woken up by Andrew Johnson standing in the doorway of our hotel room saying "You guys are still sleeping? We're leaving in ten minutes." I sat up in bed...


August 16, 2013

Paris - 2/28/2005

When we arrived at our hotel in Paris, they told us that we had the next two hours free to eat lunch. This kind of took me by surprise. I didn't think they'd just let us wander around Paris by ...


August 16, 2013

Intro - 2/28/2005

(This is just an explaination of what will probably be a wierd writing style. Skip it if you have a short attention span.) I'm pretty sure it's impossible to write about France in a way that wi...


August 16, 2013

Julian - 2/15/2005

I wrote this in my regular journal, and I've been debating whether or not to put it on here. I finally decided to, but don't take it too seriously. I should really stop this. It's certainly wi...


I didn't do much yesterday. I talked online to Dave on and off for several hours while I made CDs for my French girl. He actually sent me links to this really cool band - Dealership. I think h...


August 16, 2013

Anger - 2/12/2005

I've never been more angry at anyone. Ever. I don't like being angry. I don't think I get angry easily. But I can't help it. I am. He stopped loving me and started loving someone else in a ...


I appologize for the length of this entry. I had a lot to say. I showed up for the talent show half an hour early and didn't quite know what to do with myself. I helped Greg carry his drum s...


I got up at five thirty yesterday morning and arrived at school at six twenty. I litterally could not see or hear anyone else in the entire school. The silence was eerie. The lobby was huge, d...


August 16, 2013

Thursday - 2/10/2005

Today was not a bad day. It turns out taking my guitar on the bus works fine, which is good becuase I hate having my mom drive me. I didn't make an idiot of myself in math or Latin (well, in La...


Another bad day. My mom drove me to school again. I stared into space in the morning again. (I wish I had somewhere to go besides the hallway.) All of my classes were as they always are. Wha...


August 16, 2013

Bridge Practice - 2/8/2005

Today was not a good day to start out with. Julian called my house last night and told me we were having practice, so I had to get my mom to drive me and my guitar to school way too early. ("Wh...


Just a little aside here. I know that some of the stuff I write is pretty in-depth. Most of it, I wouldn't want anyone I know to read. But I feel comfortable telling it to you all because... w...


August 16, 2013

Complications - 2/7/2005

This weekend went pretty well. I went to two family functions, one for each side of my family, and played with the baby for the whole time because for some reason little kids really like me. I ...


August 16, 2013

Time - 2/6/2005

Time is wierd. It's wierd how your very identity changes - how you get used to stuff, and it just IS, and then at another point, later, it just ISN'T. Like how it will be fall, and then all of ...


August 16, 2013

Dreams - 2/6/2005

I had a somewhat complex dream last night, so I think I will write it down. Just to give you an idea, it is not even exceptionally wierd or complex as my dreams go. The first part of the dream ...


For some reason I didn't feel like writing about my actual day yesterday, so I will now. I had to get to school at quarter of seven because the marching band was having a fundraiser breakfast. ...


Yes, I'm over him. It's been a week. I'm certainly surprised, and I might even be a little confused. Was what I felt for him "real love"? Am I just shallow and flitty, proclaiming my love for...


We started our new semester yesterday. I always think that everything's magically going to be better when I get new classes, but guess what? It never does. This semester's certainly going to b...


August 16, 2013

Tom - 2/3/2005

I've been trying to decide whether to tell you about Tom. I mean, he is pretty interesting as a character, and he is a pretty good friend, but he isn't that involved in my daily activities anymo...


Book Description

This is where I will repost all of the entries I wrote on Open Diary between the ages of 15 and 18. Please bear with me while I flood the front page with whiney teenage girl entries.

Since I want an accurate record of how I was back then, I’m choosing not to fix my spelling errors. I might, however, edit out some of the entries devoted to surveys, Harry Potter crap, etc.

Here is a picture I drew of myself when I was 18:

And here is a character guide I wrote for my diary just after high school. These are the people I end up talking about the most. WARNING: SPOILERS, if that applies here.