March 25-31
March 25
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1965 Our last rehearsal! They say that the worse the last one goes, the better the show. I hope it's true, because the rehearsal couldn't have been worse. Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes! I tripped and I cut my ankle and I missed my cue. I was in the music room and it took 3 minutes to find me. Boy, did I feel stupid!! Who told me, though?
March 27
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1965 I went shopping with H again. This time I got "Kola Kiss" - the new flavored lipstick. It's neat. It really matches my skin shade. I also got a scrapbook. The poor thing's so crowded now I can hardly shut it. Someday, though, it will be of great sentimental value to me and my family, just like this diary.
Brings back memories of teen life! I didn't know who I was.