January 22, 1965
Marks closed today. I feel so helpless. I know I've gone down in history - way down. The marking period went so fast. I brought home my English and History books, I go tobogganing with Marcia tomorrow, but the snow is all melted. It might flurry tonight, but a lot of help that is. We lost another ball game - 80-30! What a lousy team! Coach K doesn't care, though.
January 22, 2023
Grumble, grumble, grumble. If nothing else, this diary is evidence that I was a typical moody teenager.
The quantitative historian in me just did a quick analysis of my 1965 January (so far, anyway).
(Up, Down and Neutral days, 1/1-1/22. Weekends and holidays are in caps)
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Of my 13 “up” days, 5 were on weekends holidays. Five of my 6 “down days were on school days. Yet, if you asked me, I would have said I liked school.
(Spock voice) Fascinating.