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December 26, 2003Found, today, a writing assignment for school. Year of creation unknown, written in cursive pencil on wide-ruled paper:-- Slava. If you don't know him, he's my brother, and he's a pretty big Criminal Mastermind too. Oh, what's that little trouble-maker doing know? Oh, no, he's sticking bandages on himself, "Now, let's see that cut," I say. "No!", he yells and runs upstairs. There's nothing to do but... "Hey, come back here!" I shout back to him. He locks the door in my room. I get the screw-driver, open the room, get Slava, tell Mom, and he get's in trouble." -- Damn quotation punctuation!! Also found, today, a letter to my cousin, Jane. Year of creation also unknown, typed up on a word processor. First lines: -- D E A R J A N E ! How are you I am fine.The first thing I want to tell you are my grades. (list of grades for 11 subjects which includes MEDIA. Media?? Walter??) -- Check out that spacing. Getting acquainted with technology. Good to see I have my priorities in order at a young age. Also found, today, my first journal, which is largely empty. Excerpts from several entries, written in obscenely slanted cursive pen: -- January 30 - 94 I think Kevin Larkins likes me, I like him. The perfect match! Feb. 15 -99 Today, 5th grade had their Valentine's Day. Kevin gave a really cute card. The party was terrific. (I'm not writing neatly because of the cream on my hand) March - 8, 1994 Yesterday, we had a "Who's Who?" paper. I was chosen for the prettiest girl. Kevin said he picked me! April 7, 1994 Tomorrow is Kevin's birthday. I'm going to wear one of my most beautiful things. May 2 - '94 You know how I really liked Kevin? I hate him now! ... I love ("love" crossed out) like Jimmy! -- In the spring of fifth grade, Kevin Larkins was the bees knees as far as I was concerned: the cute, flirtatious, new kid who dressed up as a football player for Halloween. In the end, I didn't wear the skirt I had intended to. My mother told me it was too cold, and she was right. Perhaps it was for the best, as he later spread word that I liked him, a bad move for a boy dealing with a painfully shy young girl. But my turbulent love affair with Kevin Larkins did not end there. I continued to harbor (secretly, of course) passionate feelings for the boy through middle school. By eighth grade he had turned into a skater boy and, after dating nearly every girl in our class, asked me out in the spring of 97. I made him wait a week before saying, "No." Also found, today, two writing assignments for school, both about my father. Year of creation unknown, written in cursive pencil on wide-ruled paper: -- 1: My father was born in Odessa. The name of the school that he went to is Stoliarski's School. Stoliarski's School named after a man called Stoliarski. It is also a school for gifted and talented musicians and it combines Elementary, Middle, and High School. After my father passed shcool he went to conservatory. Now he lives in Columbia. He goes to work at the Universal Ballet Academey. He was born in the year 1952. The month he was born in is June. The day he was born on is the 25. My father moved to America because there were many difficulties in Russia and becau- se the prices for everything were getting higher. Although now, there are more new things. Now, not only the prices are trouble, but the nations are even more trouble now be- cause they are not united. Each of the former republics have different rules. I bet when my father was young, his parents punished him a lot. Well not too much. I guess my father had a good life in Odessa. But this one is much better. 2: If I had to nominate someone for the "Adult of the Year Award, it would definetly be my dad. I would nominate my dad because he is very helpful. Right now he is helping me stury for the John's Hopkin's University test (CTY). My dad and I sit in my room until 9:00 and try to figure out the problems. My dad is also helping me to prepare for a piano concert. He tells me where to play loud and where to play soft. He also tells me how to play the music. My dad is also very helpful when it comes to my Russian lessons. He helps me understand, write, and use the rules which help me read and right in Russian. My dad is also very reasonable. When I want to buy something like a ring, he tells me that that is just a waste of money, and he convinces me I do not need it. If I want to watch TV, he explains to me that reading a book would be better. Another one of my dad's trait's is kindness. When I do a great job on something he gives me praise. If I don't understand something, he gives examples of it and explains it. My dad is a helpful, reasonable, kind, and loving dad. He has always been their for me. He still is. That's why I would nominate him for the "Adult of the Year Award.". -- What a conclusion! "And that's why I would rummage through my basement." Mem-ryyyyyyy... |
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