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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.