bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i am proud, i just ain't singin' about it.... so... i don't know. not to make light of stuff and to trivialize yet more stuff- here's a story. At my high school (council rock), the senior class takes the 'Senior Class Trip' it's essentially 4 days of way over-chaparoned fun. A bunch of us went, and as karyn and i signed up late we ended up having to room with two other girls who signed up late. this wasn't really a problem, because i was at a point in my life where i was so meek, i got along with everyone. anyhow....at the time of our trip, there was the gulf war in full effect. when we flew, we weren't supposed to even be 3 steps away from our bags at the airport. Perhaps one of the most vivid and painful memories of the trip, was that one of the girls, this wall-of -a-softball-playing girl brought her cassingle-copy of that wretched 'proud to be an american' song along with a radio. and out. played.the.shit.out. of. it. it was the first thing i heard in the morning, the last thing i heard at night. it was really painful. i heard it this morning. dear radio stations- let's not hear it again, 'kay? smooches beth b. 9:19 a.m. - 2001-09-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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