me. That would be so-o-o embarrassing.
Friday, 10th of November
For homework I have to write a three-hundred-word essay about exploration in space because yesterday a Surveyor spacecraft landed on the moon. How in the world will I do that? I wish I were living on the moon!
Wednesday, 15th of November
Good news and not so good news: I received a perfect score on my mathematics test. Only one other person in my class, a boy named Derek, got the same grade. I am so proud of myself.
But on the essay I did not get a grade at all. Srta. Reed wrote, âGood try.â Jane tells me not to worry about it, that I am too hard on myself. Yet I find English to be a confusing language, especially to write. In Spanish we rarely use the first-person pronoun to begin a sentence, but not so in English. I have to continuouslyremind myself to put the I when writing about what I am doing or thinking. When I read it back to myself, the composition makes me sound conceited with so many Iâ s sprinkled all over.
Thursday, 16th of November
Ileana is asking for trouble. She told Mami she was joining a sewing club at school but instead joined another club. Its name is Students for Peace. I am not sure what the members do, but I can tell you it has nothing to do with sewing. The only way I found out about this peace club is because the papers fell out of Ileanaâs notebook when we were moving our stuff to pull out the sofa bed this evening. It was a flyer in pink bubble letters and it said, STOP THE VIETNAM WAR. She grabbed it as soon as I saw it. At first she didnât want to tell me what it was. Then I told her I knew it had to do with that boy in the car, her friend who plays football, and she got so mad her lower lip jutted out as it usually does when she pouts. She pinched me, too, and said I was a busybody gossip, always watching everybody quietly and then scribbling in my diary. âWell, thatâs better than sneaking around,â Ishot right back. She called me a smarty-pants know-it-all and said that if I told Mami or Papi, I would have to sleep on the hard, cold floor the rest of my life. Then she turned off the light, and I had to go to the bathroom to write.
Friday, 17th of November
Ileana said she was sorry. Iâm not sure if I should forgive her. I told her I would think about it.
Our marks came home today. I received an A, which is the top mark here, in mathematics. Also in science. I did not do as well in my other subjects, but I will not think about it because it will make me not want to try anymore.
Saturday, 18th of November
I miss Pepito, sometimes more than others. If I am busy with schoolwork, I do not think so much about him or about what our lives used to be like. I concentrate on the task. But on those days that I am home doing nothing but cleaning or setting the table orfolding laundry, things that require no brainpower, my mind goes back to our old house and my other school, to my friends, but especially to Pepito. Is he lonely because we are not there? Is he angry at us? Does he think about us as much?
Sunday, 19th of November
When Papi returned tonight from his military training camp, he brought back a brown bag full of wrapped packages, one for each of us. I got a doll that looks a lot like one I left back in Cuba. This one is much smaller and prettier, though, with embroidery on the collar of her blouse. I like her, but the truth is that I am too old to play with dolls. In my room at home the dolls were more decoration than playthings. I would have rather received fishnet stockings. Or perfume. Of course I wonât say this to Papi. It would hurt his feelings.
Ileana received a small bottle of perfume that smells just like the jasmine we had in our yard in Cuba. Ana Mari got a pink and white tea set. She wanted to set it up, but Mami said it was too late andwe needed to go to bed pronto. Papi had a package for Mami, too, but she refused to open it. She kept her lips shut tight.
The
Friday, 10th of November
For homework I have to write a three-hundred-word essay about exploration in space because yesterday a Surveyor spacecraft landed on the moon. How in the world will I do that? I wish I were living on the moon!
Wednesday, 15th of November
Good news and not so good news: I received a perfect score on my mathematics test. Only one other person in my class, a boy named Derek, got the same grade. I am so proud of myself.
But on the essay I did not get a grade at all. Srta. Reed wrote, âGood try.â Jane tells me not to worry about it, that I am too hard on myself. Yet I find English to be a confusing language, especially to write. In Spanish we rarely use the first-person pronoun to begin a sentence, but not so in English. I have to continuouslyremind myself to put the I when writing about what I am doing or thinking. When I read it back to myself, the composition makes me sound conceited with so many Iâ s sprinkled all over.
Thursday, 16th of November
Ileana is asking for trouble. She told Mami she was joining a sewing club at school but instead joined another club. Its name is Students for Peace. I am not sure what the members do, but I can tell you it has nothing to do with sewing. The only way I found out about this peace club is because the papers fell out of Ileanaâs notebook when we were moving our stuff to pull out the sofa bed this evening. It was a flyer in pink bubble letters and it said, STOP THE VIETNAM WAR. She grabbed it as soon as I saw it. At first she didnât want to tell me what it was. Then I told her I knew it had to do with that boy in the car, her friend who plays football, and she got so mad her lower lip jutted out as it usually does when she pouts. She pinched me, too, and said I was a busybody gossip, always watching everybody quietly and then scribbling in my diary. âWell, thatâs better than sneaking around,â Ishot right back. She called me a smarty-pants know-it-all and said that if I told Mami or Papi, I would have to sleep on the hard, cold floor the rest of my life. Then she turned off the light, and I had to go to the bathroom to write.
Friday, 17th of November
Ileana said she was sorry. Iâm not sure if I should forgive her. I told her I would think about it.
Our marks came home today. I received an A, which is the top mark here, in mathematics. Also in science. I did not do as well in my other subjects, but I will not think about it because it will make me not want to try anymore.
Saturday, 18th of November
I miss Pepito, sometimes more than others. If I am busy with schoolwork, I do not think so much about him or about what our lives used to be like. I concentrate on the task. But on those days that I am home doing nothing but cleaning or setting the table orfolding laundry, things that require no brainpower, my mind goes back to our old house and my other school, to my friends, but especially to Pepito. Is he lonely because we are not there? Is he angry at us? Does he think about us as much?
Sunday, 19th of November
When Papi returned tonight from his military training camp, he brought back a brown bag full of wrapped packages, one for each of us. I got a doll that looks a lot like one I left back in Cuba. This one is much smaller and prettier, though, with embroidery on the collar of her blouse. I like her, but the truth is that I am too old to play with dolls. In my room at home the dolls were more decoration than playthings. I would have rather received fishnet stockings. Or perfume. Of course I wonât say this to Papi. It would hurt his feelings.
Ileana received a small bottle of perfume that smells just like the jasmine we had in our yard in Cuba. Ana Mari got a pink and white tea set. She wanted to set it up, but Mami said it was too late andwe needed to go to bed pronto. Papi had a package for Mami, too, but she refused to open it. She kept her lips shut tight.
The
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