Dear diary, I believe I'm a good
person you know I think that there's good in everyone but here we are, first day of senior year! And uh I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself, what happened? We were so tiny
happy and shiny playing tag and getting chased. Singing and clapping, laughing, and napping, baking
cookies eating paste. Then we got bigger, that was the trigger like the Huns invading Rome. Welcome to my school this ain't no high school this is the Thunderdome, hold your breath and count the days we're graduating soon. College
will be paradise if I'm not dead by June, but I know, I know, life can be beautiful I pray, I pray, for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again, we can be beautiful, just not today. Things
will get better as soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown, wait from this coma take my diploma then I can blow this town.
Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky
french cafes. Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump a blaze.
Ram Sweeney, 3rd year: linebacker and 8th year: smacking lunch trays and being a huge di**
Martha Dumpstock, loves
happy endings, Best
friend since diapers
Kurt
Kelly, Quarterback, The smartest guy on the football team = The tallest dwarf
Heather McNamara, Head cheerleader, Her
dad is loaded (sells engagement rings)
Heather Duke, runs the yearbook, No discernible personality, (her mom did pay for implants)
Heather Chandler, The almighty, she is a mythic bi***
(search up Beautiful Heathers animatic for some more info about September 1st, 1989)
