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A Day in the Life of Danielle
October 3, 2000

Age:
17 years, 4 months, 8 days

Looking forward to:
No school on October 9th
Indigenous People's Day

Required Reading:
Sense and Sensibility
by Jane Austen

Last Movie:
The Exorcist

Song of the Moment:
Optimistic
Radiohead

What's Spinning:
Tonight and the Rest of My Life
Nina Gordon

Talking to:
Nobody

Craving:
Strawberries

I'm feeling:
Content

Sisterly saying:
"Please, don't talk to people who don't exist."

Thursday, October 26, 2000
I'm still breathing.
Posted at 11:35 p.m. by Danielle.

Friday, October 6, 2000
So, it's finally Friday. It was another day of BS, but it was a day of amazing discoveries. I got to school right when the first bell rang. But as I was running to my first period class, Sanders hands me a orange slip of paper. "Seniors...join in for a game of kickball on the quad at lunch." Interesting, I thought. Interesting.

Yesterday, the remaining fifty students of the senior class staged a high-strung debate in the activities room. The quesiton was to ditch or not to ditch. With more students on Kairos than in class, some of my fellow classmates felt that there was no use in =being at school. As Sara put it so gently, "Why must I waste my fucking time watching Charlie Brown's Christmas?" But it's true. My classes have been composed of a guest speaker, substitute teachers, the internet, popcorn, and Anne of the Thousand Days. By the end of lunch, the decision was "If you want to come to school tomorrow, come to school. If you want to ditch, partaaaay!" As if it wasn't expected, at 2:34 the Dean announces that if people do ditch on Friday, there will be dire consequences, et cetera. So I guess sleeping in was out of the question.

I did go to school today. It wasn't bad. We didn't play kickball at lunch; the seniors played "soccer." We kicked the ball around the quad and tried to make goals in imaginary nets. The drizzly, gloomy day didn't seem as bad; the dampness of the grass just added to the fun of it all. I slipped and fell to the ground, and we all cheered each other on. There were more than twenty seniors playing soccer. The rest were eating on the quad, watching us. The main idea was that we were together. We didn't care that we may have looked like elementary school children playing around during recess. We didn't care if the freshmen made fun of us. We loved that we could forget our problems and just play.
Posted at 11:22 p.m. by Danielle.

Tuesday, October 3, 2000
"'Woman has tempted me. Wine has tempted me. Food has tempted me. Woman is pernicious, wine is poison, food is death. I must hate and revile them. By hating them I will please God....' These are the thoughts and attitudes of a baby, of a savage and of an idolater who seeks by magic incantations and spells to protect his egotistic self and placate the insatiable little god in his own heart." -Thomas Merton

A little food for thought for you. Realize that you can't blame your faults on anything else. You can't please God by blaming something that He created. In essence, you blame God. You can't blame anyone else; you must look to yourself.

Okay, I'm done with my preaching for today. I got inspired in Experiencing God again. It's amazing what that class can do for someone like me.

About 50 of the seniors left for Kairos today. I wonder what they're doing...certainly not sleeping. Kairos, a Greek word meaning "right time and right moment." Four days of spirituality, bonding, beautiful understanding, crying, and...more crying. Will these fifty girl-women come back more sensitive to the world around them? Will the emotional gloss wear off in a few days, in a few weeks? I certainly hope not. I certainly would like to hope that when I go in March, there is a chance that my last months of high school will be friendly months. People don't change overnight, you know.
Posted at 09:59 p.m. by Danielle.