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2002-04-02 - 8:05 p.m. So here it is. My diary. Hmmm... what to write about, what to write about. My life is dull and exciting all at once... I feel like I don't do enough, but I'm competely stressed and busy all the time. Except now. It's Spring Break. A week given by the gracious school board so we the students can catch our breath. My name is Edith Jones. I'm 16, in my 11th year of grade school in Nowhereville, Michigan where sports ability rules and musicians are ignored ("The band needs money. No, Really?). Life is dull, cold and basicaly meaningless here. Consider yourself forewarned when I say I am one of the worst spellers in the universe and I've given all of my previous english teacher a twitch with my grammer. I'll try my best to be comprehensible.... yeah. And to stay away from the big wrods that I don't know meanings of. :) I play trumpet in my school's band and am an alto in the combined school's choir (there are two Nowhereville High Schools). I'm an aspiring teacher of music and I plan to go to either Central, Western or Spring Arbor for my degree. Then, when I have the summers off I'm going to learn how to be a car mechanic. And after I retire, I'm opening my own Bed and Breakfast. In a warmer state. Where I will live with my Latino husband and we recieve calls from out 6 children (all three years apart). Too bad I'm not able to count on anything in life. Thank God for dreams. That's another thing. I am a Christian. I'm about as good of a Christian as I am a speller, but I try. Please don't stereotype the entire Christian religion on my actions or opinions. I'm nowhere near perfect. I think I'll let you go now so I can play with all the nifty things that come with the diary. See ya later.
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