— feared “I might get reactions.”

And you can see why I liked school. It was the one thing I was good at. Yesterday I got an A+ in English. Today, I think I probably got one in History, too. Does that make up for only scoring 89 in bowling?

did you give up, Jane? Do you ever?

Meantime, in 1973, unlike every other “let me stay home from school” scam in the history of the world, I am kept home against my will. I’m fine and like going to school, but my mom — who always believed we were about to die of something —

In 1974, more David. I honestly can’t remember him. I do remember the late great Mr. Crathorne. He was the best teacher I ever had and the first person to tell me that I could be successful. He was a beloved mentor to many students.

1975: More Jim. More Ted. Zzzzzzzz.

We used to put up with a lot of bad TV and bad movies because we had no choice. It wasn’t like “The Godfather” was playing on Disney’s ABC Sunday Night Movie. youtu.be/49sVt3c0YMM?...

My dad came here twice for work when I was growing up, and he always told us it was the most beautiful place he’d ever see.

In any case, while I was still home with the flu in 1973, I watched a movie called “The Voyage of the Yes” about two guys (including Desi Arnaz Jr) sailing to Hawaii.

Also, I “visited” Cadettes. Visited? I was *in* Cadettes (a part of Girl Scouts, where I learned yesterday that fights happened).

1975: Doug makes me laugh after I act dumb in Spanish. Who’s Doug? Dunno. But good news: I talk to Jim! Bad news: “I guess he likes me as a friend.” (Sad trombone.)

there was at least one previous fight. And there’s trouble the year before, too, when I’m 12. “Mr. A kept us after school a half hour because we talked Fri.” Apparently wearing a new top that’s “kind of low cut for me” backfired. (Truth be told, there wasn’t much to see.)

I wrote that I DID like Ted. Poor Ted. One chat with Jim and I move on faster than Lane Kiffin switches schools. Again, this is not the Ted I married.

On the downside, snow camping is canceled in 1975 because “we had another fight at Girl Scouts.” Which means…

he takes me to the orthodontist “but we can’t find a bathroom anywhere.” I don’t remember us hanging out like this. He mostly teased me. Also, “I kind of like Ted just a little bit.” Again, not the Ted I married. Pink pants and saddle shoes? Really?

I made the whole thing up to let Jim know that “I’m that kind of girl.” The kind who plays “spin the bottle.” His reaction? Follow the arrow to the bottom of the page. “He laughed, and I kiddingly turned and walked away.” Sigh.

I was at the home of a friend and there were a couple of boys there and we “started” to play spin the bottle, “but they had to go.” So we never played spin the bottle, and if I hurt my foot, it was during… practice. More likely…

Elsewhere, still buying presents for one of my brothers for his birthday, but this time a year earlier. I got him a “painting” of the Mona Lisa, because I thought that was hilarious. I mean, it’s HILARIOUS, amirite? Well, it was if you were 12, weird, and living in the ‘70s.

wrap up in 1975 with listing the birthday presents I gave my brother — a comb and brush and “nostalgia album” that I probably bought at Newberry’s, the local five and dime store. Right next to Thrifty’s, where I could get a scoop of ice cream for a nickel. I sound like I lived in 1845.

In other news, in 1974, I report truthfully that I wasn’t very good at cartwheels, and my locker was “a mess,” especially compared to David’s (whoever he was). I’m surprisingly honest in my self-assessments.

Then the girl’s father got drunk. (Hence all the Epstein level redacting.)

Also, I don’t recall the game “Bang.” I googled it, and there was a card game called “Bang” that came out in 2002, but I’m talking about the ‘70s. Anyone?