Editor's Note: This is the third entry for the "Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara" by Dr. C. 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 (Day Five) Something embarrassing happened. Jimmy was right in his seat when I said to Meredith, “Is my slip hanging?” I felt sick all over.
Dear Bishop (Day Six) Saw a good movie at school. No kissing though. Some think Sister cut it out. I don’t care. I heard some good jokes during the movie.
Dear Bishop (Day Seven) I saw Defenders [a TV lawyer show]. It was good. When I get older please help me to be clean in heart. And not sexy like some girls.
Reflections: Oh, when I look back on my “embarrassing” moments, I realize that they probably meant only a lot to me. And when I went home and told my Mom, she said for me “not to worry about it.” But I did. Yet, as I grew up, I learned that folks really do not give a good care. They have their own lives to live and their own “embarrassing” moments to deal with; mine were and are so unimportant in the scheme of things.