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lauralhI have a stack of writings in my room, mostly from college. One envelope was from my creative writing course senior year, and one was from the required freshman writing course; both contained all the writings I was forced to do over the semester.
Except the one that I thought was the freshman writings was ACTUALLY my journals up till, um, I stopped, around 1995 (second semester of 12th grade). And from what I can tell, it's all about boys. Crushes and unrequited lust and first loves and "friends with benefits." And that's the less inane parts. There's also some general teen angst and such. And then there's the just "Went to mall with mom. Bought pants" entries.
This will make for some painful reading.
Except the one that I thought was the freshman writings was ACTUALLY my journals up till, um, I stopped, around 1995 (second semester of 12th grade). And from what I can tell, it's all about boys. Crushes and unrequited lust and first loves and "friends with benefits." And that's the less inane parts. There's also some general teen angst and such. And then there's the just "Went to mall with mom. Bought pants" entries.
This will make for some painful reading.
