Bon's Mots

There’s a time when every girl learns to use her head
Tears will be saved till they’re bet­ter spent
There’s no time for her to be afraid
So in­stead, she takes care of busi­ness
Keeps a cool head
A girl in trou­ble is a tem­po­rary thing

- A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing), Romeo Void

What hap­pens af­ter a 14-year-old Catholic school­girl falls for a boy she meets at a dance? If that girl was me, noth­ing. I never saw the boy again. I’d love to know what hap­pened to Jimmy, the Fred Astaire to my Ginger Rogers.

April 6/83

Well, it’s the third time O’Toole’s com­ing to check you and he bet­ter give us a good mark. Did you hap­pen to see E.M. to­day? He shouldn’t have cut his hair. He looks like a fag, but he’s still cute. We had to do a rough draft of our es­say. You think I did it? No-o-o-o, but I’m not alone. Me, Mary + Mark are in the same league. Exams to­mor­row, Eng. + French — I hate French. Well, I’m bored and there’s noth­ing to write in you. Bye!

P.S. I got a 70% in his­tory essay!

April 14/83

I just got sent down to the of­fice by Conte — bitch, just be­cause I didn’t have the proper shirt on — ooh! Next time they’ll prob­a­bly send me down to the state prison where I’ll prob­a­bly have to wear the blouse all my life — aghh! Then I come to the of­fice and the sec­re­tary goes “Where’s your blouse?” and I go, “At home,” and she goes “How come it’s at home,” and I just shrug my shoul­ders and she asks me where I live and I say “Jane + Finch,” and then she goes, “Oh, that’s not far, you have to go home and change.” Then I started to get wor­ried and she saw me and asks me what’s wrong, and I say noth­ing and — oh well, to make a long story short, she got soft on me and now I have a de­ten­tion = 7:45. C’est la vie! Oh — I got these white pants, quite baggy at the top but tight at the bot­tom with zip­pers and it came with a black belt with a polka-dot buckle and then a polka-dot top for the dance to­mor­row — I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. Bye!

April 18/83

I’m in love! Yes, you can see from the party! Well, there was this gor­geous, I mean gor­geous, guy named Jimmy who looked like he be­longed in Duran Duran (me + Joanne jumped when we fig­ured that out). People told me that I looked: good, like Marilyn Monroe, the best, cute, etc. (well, what can I do?) Well there were lots of cou­ples: Frank & Edda, Vince & Mariela, Daniela & Vessio (???) I know, she likes Joe, but I guess she was all mixed up, Lila & Juliano (ha, ha), Danny & Mary, Mark and Irma’s sis­ter, Me + Jimmy (well, kind of). First he asked me to dance and af­ter I was told I was lucky by Daniela, Joanne, Edda (?), Lydia and oth­ers. Then we asked each other at the same time (em­bar­ras­ment, man) and they played three, 3, III! slow songs in a row! and we wouldn’t stop, man! (I mean danc­ing). He was rub­bing my back, pulling me tighter, oh, I gotta stop be­fore I faint! Bye!

Apr. 20/83

Chello! People are telling me that I had Jimmy all night at the dance and they think he likes me, but I hear every­body say­ing that he likes Irma too. Oh well! Marisa C– knows him and she said that we was in grade 9 and goes to Emery. This isn’t just a crush, man. I got to meet him! Guess what — I’m get­ting a pair of dyed pants, so is my mother, which re­minds me to­day is her 37^th Birthday. Yup, we got her a card, but that’s all she wanted. We have soc­cer prac­tice tonight in this freez­ing weather, it’s like play­ing in the North Pole! Do you wanna know a se­cret — whoao. Do you promise not to tell — (Lennon + McCartney). Well here it is (my marks)

Exam/Term

His = 70%/71%

Fre=73.9%/71%

Math=78%/72%

Typing= ~/76%?

Eng.=72%/85%

Gym= ~ /79% ???

Religion=73%/80%

Science=67%/56%! — Sad

Bye!

April 26(?)/83

Ooh! My feet are killing me! These stu­pid shoes are mak­ing my blis­ters worst. There is re­ally not much to write about. Maybe I’ll write in you to­mor­row. In the mean­time, I’ll take a gan­der at past en­tries. Bye.

April 28/83

I’m in TROU-BLE! I was sup­pos­edly go­ing to study for my sci­ence quiz to­day in study. But what do the do? They have to change the bloody sched­ule! Now I can’t even study. I think all of this is a plan, so the teach­ers can see which ones of us stud­ied and which ones of us didn’t. And then do you think O’Toole would give us some time off of Eng. to study? No-o-o-o! Well, c’est la vie! Anyway, I’m in trou­ble! I don’t know who to go for! E.M. or Jimmy! Next dance is next month, and say if they’re both there! If I hang around Boogie much longer, I’ll catch all of her prob­lems. And to top all that, I have Pink Eye and I can’t wear eye­liner, and with­out eye­liner, I look dead! Well, I gotta split. Bye!