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Sheila's Diary Review: Volume Two
Jul. 6th, 2020 09:57 pmThis one was pretty short and quite a few pages were taken up with written-down daydreams about meeting and making friends with members of Duran Duran.
Volume Two: December 8, 1986 (age sixteen) to June 13, 1989 (age eighteen).
It looks like: a slim hardbound book with pictures of the 1984 lineup of Duran Duran. My sister bought it for me when she went to England for a study abroad program.
What's inside? Written down daydreams, initially. Then I decided I needed a new diary and it was as good as anything for the purpose.
The time period covers the end of high school and the start of college, a period which is blurred slightly by the fact that for my senior year in high school, I was also starting college under the early enrollment program. (This meant I left high school early a few days a week to attend Composition 101 at Emory.)
The poem-slipped-in-locker incident that I allude to in the last entry is actually detailed in this volume, and, as it turns out, I'd slipped two poems in his locker.
This marks the transition from cursive to print, so things are much easier to read from this point forward. (Messy print can be hard to read; messy cursive is almost impossible.)
I write about my first concert experience--INXS at the Omni--but I spend pages writing about everything that led up to the band hitting the stage (including the opening act, Public Image Limited, purveyors of fine bottled sarcasm since 1978) without getting to the part about, oh, Michael Hutchence owning the entire damn room with the sheer force of his charisma. I have the memories to carry me over though.
I also write about another first--seeing Duran Duran play live. January, 1989 at the Fabulous Fox Theater. I do go into a little more detail about the show itself. A few entries later, after purchasing a copy of Big Thing, I write a letter to Simon le Bon about how "Do You Believe In Shame?" made me cry.
There are hints and signs of bipolar disorder creeping around the edges. Mostly in the form of low energy and inability to focus. At one point, I express astonishment that I got into Emory at all.
So, from here we leave high school behind and venture into the college world. I'm curious to see what other hints of my illness show up as we progress.
Today I took pleasure in raspberry flavored seltzer mixed with cherry juice.
Today I learned where to get tested for COVID-19. (I'll have results in about a week.)
Volume Two: December 8, 1986 (age sixteen) to June 13, 1989 (age eighteen).
It looks like: a slim hardbound book with pictures of the 1984 lineup of Duran Duran. My sister bought it for me when she went to England for a study abroad program.
What's inside? Written down daydreams, initially. Then I decided I needed a new diary and it was as good as anything for the purpose.
The time period covers the end of high school and the start of college, a period which is blurred slightly by the fact that for my senior year in high school, I was also starting college under the early enrollment program. (This meant I left high school early a few days a week to attend Composition 101 at Emory.)
The poem-slipped-in-locker incident that I allude to in the last entry is actually detailed in this volume, and, as it turns out, I'd slipped two poems in his locker.
This marks the transition from cursive to print, so things are much easier to read from this point forward. (Messy print can be hard to read; messy cursive is almost impossible.)
I write about my first concert experience--INXS at the Omni--but I spend pages writing about everything that led up to the band hitting the stage (including the opening act, Public Image Limited, purveyors of fine bottled sarcasm since 1978) without getting to the part about, oh, Michael Hutchence owning the entire damn room with the sheer force of his charisma. I have the memories to carry me over though.
I also write about another first--seeing Duran Duran play live. January, 1989 at the Fabulous Fox Theater. I do go into a little more detail about the show itself. A few entries later, after purchasing a copy of Big Thing, I write a letter to Simon le Bon about how "Do You Believe In Shame?" made me cry.
There are hints and signs of bipolar disorder creeping around the edges. Mostly in the form of low energy and inability to focus. At one point, I express astonishment that I got into Emory at all.
So, from here we leave high school behind and venture into the college world. I'm curious to see what other hints of my illness show up as we progress.
Today I took pleasure in raspberry flavored seltzer mixed with cherry juice.
Today I learned where to get tested for COVID-19. (I'll have results in about a week.)
