Three rows back, first seat in. Close to the door for leaving, but back far enough that every person who walks through the door in the next ten minutes won’t walk right past me. No awkward smiles or forced conversation. No latecomers accidentally brushing against me as they rush to a seat. Safe.T...
More homework. This diary. Just more homework. He is making me email him a journal entry every night before bed. He called these diary entries “reflections.” Ugh. Just another stupid way of saying that I’m “sharing my experiences.” DUMB WORDS. DUMB. DUMB. DUMB.But...he’s forgiven me for the music...
After we say our goodbyes and leave, I spend the entire car ride home trying to balance listening to Mandy talk about an upcoming sorority 1980’s party, feeling guilty about all of the lying and eavesdropping I’ve done this evening, wondering why Dr. Blake lied to Mandy, and trying to calm my ang...