At 17, I am deciding to do less complaining in the journal. (Never succeeded.)
I am 5'4" and 125 pounds, and think I am "fat."
Oh, and "ugly" and possibly "shallow."
I have "zits." My friends give me perms.
Some of the girls are getting married or having babies while still in high school. I note now, looking back at the couples, that many of these are still together four decades later.
|Wonder where this corduroy shirt is now. And ha! ha! that flip! Oh the hours I spent with a curling iron ...|
Tucked among the pages were these pics of my friend Kim at the high school:
After Grade 11, I joined the militia for a summer job of "basic training."