By: Staff Writer Chakshu Hurria
Sunday, November 2, 2014, 3:45 AM
Dear Diary,
I can’t sleep. The best week of my existence thus far, Homecoming Week, has come to an end. The dance provided a fitting end to the contagious excitement of the week, but now I simply feel empty. I’m too upset at the loss of my precious week to lose myself in the comforting solace of sleep in my warm, fuzzy blanket, and have resigned myself to looking through every social media site possible for posts with the #msjhc tag, and taking notes on the best outfits of the iconic week to prepare for next year.
Sunday, November 2, 2014, 11:00 AM
Dear Diary,
I finally found a way to ensure that my entrance to happy dreamland always occurs easily: putting on my Homecoming shirt. The low-quality cotton gives me an instant sense of comfort as I slip it over my head. I slept like a baby once the soothing 100 percent preshrunk cotton enveloped me with feelings of security, happiness and unity. I fell asleep in seconds to dreams filled with action sequences in which the victorious team of MSJ students defeated the evil titans of Kennedy High school using cooperation and unity. Weirdly enough, when I woke up, my hands were in a unity clap.
Monday, November 3, 2014, 5:00 PM
Dear Diary,
Is something wrong with me? Today at school, while walking past the amphitheatre on the way to class, I was no longer able to see anything in color. The world was gray and white, and I was lost. Disoriented, I stumbled into class, wondering why I seemed to be the only one shocked by the lack of color at our school. Thankfully, a bright onset of colors greeted me. I was relieved that I was cured from my momentary colorblindness – at least until I noticed that the only colors I could see were blue, yellow, black, red and green.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014, 7:00 PM
Dear Diary,
I’m a terrible daughter. Today, when my mother came home from work and I went outside to greet her, something horrific happened. I was about to hug her when I noticed that her shirt was the color of eggplants, Sleeping Beauty’s Maleficent, and all things evil: purple. Once I saw the shirt, I was seized with a frantic rage and an overwhelming desire to smash all things purple. It was as though I had turned into an irritable green monster. I roared at my mom, and demanded her to go put on something green instead. In fear, she ran to her bedroom, looking as though she had seen a ghost, or Bruce Banner. I left wondering why she seemed to be so afraid of my school spirit; everything seemed fine to me. Oh well, I’ll deal with that later, time to get back to designing next year’s Homecoming shirt!
