December 7, 1964
Dress rehearsal went smoothly - except for N and S. They (Caesar and Brutus, respectively) didn’t have their lines. S got me all mixed up and he gives me most of my clues [sic].
I thought we had Girl Scouts tonight , but when I arrived, no one was there but a cadette troop. It was a good bunch, though. I helped them make Christmas ornaments and we sang Christmas songs and had a lot of fun. It might snow tonight - I hope so. I love it!!
December 7, 2022
Another normal day in my teenaged life. I was trying to (1) record the high points of each day and (2) fill up the page. That’s nineteen lines in five vertical inches. I can practically feel in my writing hand the urgency of finding something to say in the last two lines. So It might snow tonight, etc. I have been reading ahead in the diary and I can see that is about to change. Looming ahead: my first big crush on someone close to my own age. That’s when this task of transcribing and responding is going to get harder.