Sunday, October 18, 2015

Grade Eleven

So I'm reading through journal two.
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:

Ms Cool
After having the flu for 10 days, I weighed 115 pounds and thought that was just fine and hoped I'd stay that way.
After Grade 11, I joined the militia for a summer job of "basic training."


  1. Kate, what a wonderful thing to have, that journal! My keepsakes, those collected before I was 18, were all destroyed during a family upheaval. Thank goodness my Granny kept an album for my sister and I, with some childhood pictures in it!

  2. It's a very pretty picture of you, K!


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