Editor's Note: Click HERE to read Dr. C's previous post on the origin of Zita's diary. This entry begins with 13-year-old Zita writing to her guardian angel, "Bishop."
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 13) Tom took me to the State Fair. It was very, very nice, and we had a lot of fun. I’ll never forget my ride with him in the Horror House. I’m not surprised I didn’t push him out of the car. It was really something. Great time! Then, we went to some of the jewelry stands and took a look at something for Tom’s mom. He bought her a gift. Then, as we continued to look at items, Tom bought me a ring that had my birthstone! No, it was not expensive but it means so much to me. Thank You, God.
Dear Bishop (Age 17, Day 14) You know that while I was in grade school, I was disliked by some because of my academic abilities. I was never elected to offices and, sometimes, heckled. But, now, my years at my high school are so very different just as Mums said it would be. I have been elected as secretary of my class and secretary of the Human Relations Club. Plus, I have been elected as secretary of a city-wide teen human relations organization. This really makes me feel good. And I am really enjoying my years at my high school.
Reflections: I have one friend who always says: “The more things change the more they stay the same.” Yes, young teens continue to become pregnant. However, I recall that when this occurred to a person whom I really cared about, I really was hurt. I felt hurt that I had to find this out via a rumor. Of course, as I noted in a previous installment, we began to lose our closeness. Her choices of friends just did not fit with me. Still, I liked her. And to this day I do wonder what became of her.