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December 17th, 1998

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10:00 am - D-Day
The last day of the semester. The last exam of the semester. My dad is coming to take me home...


It feels like I've moved constantly over the past four years. I've never really felt as if I've settled in anywhere. I would think, then, that I wouldn't care about moving around. But I just want to settle down. I don't really care where, I just want to go somewhere and not have to move myself and my belongings every 6 to 7 months.

Part of it is that I don't like moving. I'm not an organized person, and moving requires organization. As I look around my desk, I see all the stuff piled on my desk and the floor around it. I really should snap a picture of it so everyone can marvel in the glory of my completely messy life.

My father, on the other hand, is a world-glass neat freak. I guess, compared to me, it's better to be a neat freak, but I don't think that means I have to like it.

Right now, I'm very worried about today. And it's not really the test that I'm concerned about. It's dealing with my father. I don't particularly enjoy my time with him, especially since I never remember him being there for me when I was younger. The only thing I really remember of my father is a constant threat of physical harm (whippings, etc.) if I didn't do exactly what he said to do. Not a very fatherly image.

So pardon me if I'm worried at the moment. I still don't trust my father. Oh, and to make things even more fun for Lis and I over break: he's retired. So, most likely, I'll have to deal with him every single day... sigh.

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