And once again, we have another excerpt from Rachel’s diaries. Y’all these are priceless.
I’m warmed by my reference to the Lord in my life as young as 13 while becoming quite chilled at my youthful foolishness.
Anyway, here’s a glimpse of going back to school over the years… Hope it reminds you of your youth.
Monday August 26th, ’74
First day of school. Pretty good. But 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th hours are yuck. Oh well, at least I’ll get to see my friends sometime. Rachel Osmonds Always!
Tuesday August 27th, ’74
School was O.K. but I hate P.E. But hoping and praying God gets me through it. Jackson and I are going to poop, I think. I knew it would happen since we don’t have any classes together. Love, Rachel Osmonds 4-ever
(Jackson was my friend, Lisa Jackson and I guess “poop” refers to the deterioration of our friendship!)
Monday August 30th, ’76
Boy, what a day. First day of school. Boo.
Monday September 4th, ’78
School tomorrow. Once again, and the final, my 12 years has begun to end and even not for a full year. (awkward, eh?) What a way to go! And you can take that any way you like it.”
A new home a new school year and a new journal. Kinda signifies something. A new beginning. (Even back then, I was whoa-deep in symbolism. **eye roll**)
I am a resident of 285 E. 15th Avenue. TWo blocks up form the main entrance to campus. It’ll be a good daily walk to classes. I know I have to trust the Lord to make my life full-filled and happy. I need to store up my treasures in heaven and not here.
Yesterday OSU beat Oklahoma. What a great game.
Well, I managed to survive the first week of school. That may be all I’ll survive. (hahahaha!)
Sometimes I just stare out my window,
Down the street below.
Inspecting those who walk by,
hoping the sight of you will ease my eye.
The crisp fall breeze,
Blows cool on my face.
And a dingy yellow curtain flutters in space.
I try not to remember
the days of laughter.
Of friendship and love…
all I was ever after.
I found in you a man of all my dreams,
Now gone, like water in a stream
What can i do to find you again?
I want to be more than just friends.
Poem for no reason.
Fall quarter is in full swing. Already mid-way. I can’t believe it. So far I’m keeping my head above water but I have a feeling I’m about to drown.
… And thus ends my excerpts from my back to school diary!
Rachel Hauck wrote diaries and lived to tell about it. www.rachelhauck.com