September 20, 1962
Dear Diary,
I get detention AGAIN today. I had my hair too high, and some boy sitting behind me couldn't see. So…I accidentally told my teacher that it "couldn't hang there like a dead thing on your face!" That was obviously the wrong thing to say, because well…I ended up in detention. I seem to be spending more time in there than in my classes. But it's okay with me, because I met this really cute Negro boy in there. His name is Seaweed. I got in the room and saw all these Negro boys and girls dancing around, the detention proctor was sleeping (surprise, surprise), and I started doing this dance that one of the girls was doing, one of the boys told me that I couldn't do the dance, but Seaweed said otherwise. I told him that his moves were "swish" and if he could show me another one. He did this one where he lassoed me and pulled me in, he told me his name, and asked me mine. Oh did I blush! I told him my name was Tracy Turnblad, and we danced for the remainder of the hour. Actually, near the end of the hour, oh this was so embarrassing to tell you the truth, I have NO idea WHY I did it, but I was turning around, slapping my bottom and this other boy, Link, walked in and saw me "dancing", and told me that Corny Collins was hosting a hop after school, and told me if he saw me dancing like I was, that he might put me on the show. Dancing on The Corny Collins Show is only the dream of my life!
I think Link is really cute too, but I find myself more attracted to Seaweed than Link. There's just a smoothness about Seaweed that I find really attractive, but now I have to decide which boy is more deserving of my attention, and I really wish I didn't have to make this choice! Ugh! Being a teenage girl is so frustrating! I have to worry about my hair, my clothes, boys, and…hormones…
I think I just heard my ma calling me down for supper. Till I write again.
Tracy