This was taken from one of my personal journals from high school days. I will be adding several old posts here from my old journals… I’ve found a lot of them and just thought I’d share a few here!!
I got out of Columbia Training School Tuesday – the 2nd. I’m so glad to be home, but I miss Ms. Singleton. She was my ‘state mom’ while I was there and I love her to death. It’s nice to be back home though. My grandmother doesn’t know where I was which I guess is best. She was so excited to see me :) I started school today. North Forrest High – my mom’s old stomping grounds. Whooptie doo. I wanna go back to Stone :( but I can’t. I’m not even allowed in the county or my P.O. is gonna send me back to boot camp for a 2nd commitment. I’ve been in too much damn trouble so I think I am going to really try this time.
I learned a lot in training school. I think I kinda like discipline. Crazy, huh? Whatever. It was cool. I wanted to go to Camp Shelby to go through their military program thing and get my GED but I wasn’t old enough. You have to be at least 16 and even though TS-2 tried to pull some strings for me, it didn’t work out. So, I’m back in school. Somebody shoot me. Anyway, I got to give a speech at graduation about my drug use and how I don’t want to go that route anymore. Everybody cried. I cried. I sang “Hero” by Mariah Carey and of course then my mama cried. I miss Rickie and Marylynn and Clint and Shantell and everybody. I miss my friends. But over the last few months I’ve really started wondering who my friends really are. It’s funny how being locked up will make you look at people differently. Screw it. I’m probably not making much sense but I’m tired. It’s only like 8 o’clock and I’m already ready to go to bed.
I met this guy at school today… he’s kinda annoying, but in a cute sort of way. I didn’t catch his name. He said it but I was concentrating way too hard on his God-awfully ugly plaid shorts. When the hell did THAT get in style? Musta been when I was in boot camp. Yuck. Anyway. Met a few guys today actually – I guess that one stood out because he was way too sure of himself. Everyone else was like drooling. Really attractive, folks. Not. Plus, it’s not like I’m some super model so I’m quite sure it’ll wear off when my “newness” goes away.
Going to NFH is like stepping back through a time warp. I was looking around at all these people I went to elementary school with and I was like wow they haven’t changed a bit – and that’s not necessarily a good thing in about half the instances. But, it was nice to see a few faces. We’ll see how this goes. I wonder how long it will take for me to get kicked out of this school… I didn’t have too good of luck at the last two. Well journal, that’s it. I’m crashing. Thank GOD tomorrow is Friday. I’m gonna do some sit ups/push ups and go to bed. And MAN do I need a ****ing Newport.
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