August 24, 1992
Dear Friend,
Today was the start of my sophomore year of high school. I was so nervous that I was up all night thinking about it. Does that ever happen to you where on the nights you know you need sleep most is when you can't get any?
School felt different, and not just because all of my friends weren't in it, though that too. I don't feel any different than I did last year. I guess that shouldn't be a surprise but I was expecting to feel at least taller. I like my teachers. I even liked my advanced english teacher, but I don't like her as much as I like Bill, who I said hello to after the last bell rang, and who I promised again that I would try to "participate" this year.
I can't think of what else to say. The day was pretty boring since I didn't know anybody. There's a boy who sits next to me in math class who seems nice. We had to do a packet of problems so the teacher could tell how much we'd forgotten over summer break, and the boy, I can't remember his name, he never introduced himself to me, he couldn't remember some of the formulas we'd learned last year. He asked me and we worked on some of it together. I don't know why I'm telling you this.
Incidentally, Patrick called to ask how my first day was. I don't know why he called it my "first day" since my first day of highschool was last year, but I thought it was nice of him to call so I told him it went great. He told me I was a bad liar.
Love always,
Charlie