I was digging through old papers, looking for some old posters I made in high school, when I stumbled across something amazing: A complete set of monday-wednesday-friday journal entries from September 1994 to June 1995. My junior year, my final year at University High School before I fled for the aseptic isolation of Running Start. I don't actually remember writing them, but they were required for English class. A lot of space-filling noise, but some real insight into my mental state at the time. It's good to remember how miserable I was that year. Not interesting to anyone else, of course, but a wonderful archaeological find. Thank god I've always been a packrat.
September 12th, 2003
Warning: the following is of interest to maybe three people. For nostalgia purposes only.
I dredged up the Richard P. Khan posters. They were in a bright yellow University High folder ('Quality education through... caring, commitment & high expectations') along with random other semi-subversive documents from around then. I had forgotten that I was playing essayist that year, under the pen name 'SQPR for the Dead'. Heh.
All the scans are posted here. Of particular note is the 'reaction poster', which appeared a few days later.
I dredged up the Richard P. Khan posters. They were in a bright yellow University High folder ('Quality education through... caring, commitment & high expectations') along with random other semi-subversive documents from around then. I had forgotten that I was playing essayist that year, under the pen name 'SQPR for the Dead'. Heh.
All the scans are posted here. Of particular note is the 'reaction poster', which appeared a few days later.
And so it begins...
Theme: Passion
Prop: Strainer
Dialog: "That bug's on a suicide mission"
Theme: Passion
Prop: Strainer
Dialog: "That bug's on a suicide mission"
We have a plot outline, a cast and a set. The plot is pretty freaking weird, the cast should be excellent, and the set quite decent.
Now to write a script and go to sleep.
Now to write a script and go to sleep.