December 17, 1964
It was so nice to be home after all that Music bunk. I still have those pieces to practice for the 7th, I think. Plus my Shakespeare project. Gee, I wish I could find that book. If I can’t, I can’t get my report card. I’ve looked everywhere! What can I do? It’s already a day overdue. Ah, well, mustn’t lose sleep over it. All I can do is pray. (Did I say all?)
December 17, 2022
I had not believed in prayer for several years at this point. When we lived in New Jersey, I had been so miserable I prayed every night to wake up in Nebraska again. Then I stopped praying for that and started praying for God to prove He existed. Then I gave up and started worrying about my immortal soul. (See “justification by faith”. Thanks, Martin Luther and confirmation class.)
Clearly the music class at Wykeham Rise was still a sore point. Winter break was about to give me a some respite from the weekly anxiety attack. It is tempting to read ahead, but I will resist, on principle.
Since I still have my report card from that year, I must have found the missing book in time. Whew!