I’m a grown-up now, but I was a high school student in the late 1980s and early 1990s in a mid-sized Canadian city. I attended the largest (by population, though not space) high school in the city. It began as a vocational high school, and still had specialized programs in welding & plumbing, automotive, machine shop, dance, art, and broadcasting. The building had three wings and two annexes. With 2600 students, there wasn’t a central clique that ran the school, but the various departments each had their own ‘in’ crowds. And I wanted in.
It was also a time before the internet; before cellphones, even! If you wanted to stalk a cute boy, you had to it in person.
These are diary entries from those teenaged years. They are presented largely unedited; no text has been changed, though in some cases I’ve left things out.
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