Mar 2, 1968: I wonder who will be voted “Miss El Vaquero” this month! I only wish it were me—don’t tell anyone! But me with my “baby fat,” as my parents call it? And my braces? I’m a very unlikely candidate and just don’t stand a chance. I know this. My parents reassure me that I’m a “late bloomer.” Urrggh. I wish I could bloom now instead!
March 15, 1968: Classes are piling on the work! I hope I can pass all the midterms that are looming closer and closer. Being a freshman in college is harder than it looks.
Tonite I beat Dad at chess. First time!
Our basketball team lost. What a surprise it wasn’t. We were cheering hard. Yelling “Mark, Mark, he’s our man! If he can’t do it, NO ONE can!” Mark missed most of his shots tonight.