I dug out my old journal from basement purgatory. 23 years ago I wrote it, in an old spiral notebook. It has rudimentary algebra scribbled on the back, and the cover–a racoon in a hollowed log–has long since vanished. So as an ironic nod to this blog’s title, and in parody of a book my dad read to me long ago (A Sand County Almanac), I concluded that I would preserve the troubles of an adolescent by digitizing them.
True to this title, it chronicles approximately one year, from the fall of 1994 to 1995, with some sporadic entries thereafter. To preserve its meanings, whatever they might have been, I intend to not edit it for grammar, although I will add asides for context.
–Simon
