Summer is over. I am back in school. It was a good summer because I made it that way. School looks promising and I will make it fun. I could write for hours but I won't. I won't write in here much more for a while anyway. We are going to write a journal in P.O.W which will be enough. I also would like to record the stories of weird things and fun things that happened to us. It would make a good book. My goal—play piano—run good—learn—read lots—have fun.

My mind will have to do for most of the things I could write down here—I could write more but don't feel like it. What the hell.

(note: End of Yellow "Private Journal")