Chapter Ten
June 20th, 1967
Yesterday I went to bed late because I was writing those crap, got up late this morning and missed school. Even though, I went there to ask for a copy of my school resume, which I will need if I plan to finish my studies in Tulsa. The principal's secretary wouldn't give it to me for no reason, so I had to tell her I was going to enroll in a biology group of studies, and they needed it. Piece of cake.
The documents I needed from kindergarten weren't that easy to get. As a matter of fact such thing only was possible because the assistant to the principal is my friend. I told her I was looking for a job that would pay me a little more and asked her to keep it as a secret. And, in a few moments, I had a resume containing all the info I needed, including the stupid IQ thing.
After that I went to talk to the Choir's director, Ms. Collins. She was really nice to me and promised to call Tulsa's Choir, recommending me. I didn't talk to my ballet teacher because I know in Tulsa they won't accept recommendations, I'll have to take a test and cross my fingers. And now I wonder if telling Ms. Collins that I'm taking off was a dumb thing to do. It's just that when I went to her I was already out of excuses. I hope this won't get me into trouble, one thing that I really don't need now is more to think about.
I was going to call Darry today, but I decided to leave it till tomorrow, when I'll have to get up early to go buy my bus tickets anyway. Plus, I don't feel like going out now, I had a busy day and I'm sad and tired. I wouldn't stand hearing Soda asking "Susan who?" again. Now I just have to conceal my feelings and lie, telling I don't feel like it anymore...
This sucks, going to live with people that aren't really family. I feel so... embarrassed. Yes, embarrassed. People will change their routines and their behavior for me. I will be one more person in a small and already crowded house. I don't know about that, but it seems like I don't really have a choice.
I also don't know if that piece of work Sodapop will like having me living in his house for 9 months, until I turn 18 but, for sure, he'll have one more reason to hate me if I don't go.
June 20th, 1967
Yesterday I went to bed late because I was writing those crap, got up late this morning and missed school. Even though, I went there to ask for a copy of my school resume, which I will need if I plan to finish my studies in Tulsa. The principal's secretary wouldn't give it to me for no reason, so I had to tell her I was going to enroll in a biology group of studies, and they needed it. Piece of cake.
The documents I needed from kindergarten weren't that easy to get. As a matter of fact such thing only was possible because the assistant to the principal is my friend. I told her I was looking for a job that would pay me a little more and asked her to keep it as a secret. And, in a few moments, I had a resume containing all the info I needed, including the stupid IQ thing.
After that I went to talk to the Choir's director, Ms. Collins. She was really nice to me and promised to call Tulsa's Choir, recommending me. I didn't talk to my ballet teacher because I know in Tulsa they won't accept recommendations, I'll have to take a test and cross my fingers. And now I wonder if telling Ms. Collins that I'm taking off was a dumb thing to do. It's just that when I went to her I was already out of excuses. I hope this won't get me into trouble, one thing that I really don't need now is more to think about.
I was going to call Darry today, but I decided to leave it till tomorrow, when I'll have to get up early to go buy my bus tickets anyway. Plus, I don't feel like going out now, I had a busy day and I'm sad and tired. I wouldn't stand hearing Soda asking "Susan who?" again. Now I just have to conceal my feelings and lie, telling I don't feel like it anymore...
This sucks, going to live with people that aren't really family. I feel so... embarrassed. Yes, embarrassed. People will change their routines and their behavior for me. I will be one more person in a small and already crowded house. I don't know about that, but it seems like I don't really have a choice.
I also don't know if that piece of work Sodapop will like having me living in his house for 9 months, until I turn 18 but, for sure, he'll have one more reason to hate me if I don't go.
