Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: On Innocence Past And Present

Dear Diary
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.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Diary of Zita Cecilia McNamara: Zita's First "Bad Boy" Crush

"Dear Diary"
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 (Day Three) A very dreary day, not very exciting. Daddy wasn’t grumpy. I’ll say a prayer for Thomas Gonzag, so he’ll pass the test tomorrow.

Dear Bishop (Day Four) Tonight I prayed the rosary and did penance for Thomas to pass the test. I do hope God shall enlighten his mind. I love ?

Reflections: First, you may wonder: Who is Thomas Gonzag? He was a classmate. He came to the school during the mid of the semester. He was a year behind or so, and he was a troubled soul. I felt he was smart, but there were reasons why he just did not seem to want to do better with his work. Sister asked me to help him with some of his work. Readily I did so. For some reason I felt for him. And there was something else; in a strange sense, I had a crush on him. Maybe this was my first “bad boy” crush.