Mar. 12 , 1992
Today we must have been the loudest class in the school. It's only Wednesday and we had four letters. At the end of the day we had no letters.*
This morning me, Brian, and Aaron had to pick up the stuff on the bottom of the bus. Jhon [John] was the one mostly throwing things. They were beans. The kind Mrs. Hayden was using for math once. I wasn't throwing anything.
[*These letters, I vaguely recall, were part of some sort of disciplinary technique for keeping the class from being too noisy.]