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 18, Recap of Senior Year) Yes, it is time for me to move this digital letter writing along. You have a clear sense of how I have developed since those early teen years. Now, let me give a brief summary of my Senior Year in high school. First, let me share that attended a Catholic High School. It was a very unique school; it was like a little United Nations. Students from different ethnic and economic classes attended. And I must say I experienced four years of happiness during my high school years. The nuns, Sisters of Charity, were great teachers in so many ways. I actually considered becoming a nun because of them. However, obviously, from my earlier writings, that idea was dashed when I realized that I would have to make a choice between being a nun and having a boyfriend. The boyfriend won out. Still, I treasured so much the nuns who taught me. That is probably why I was so hurt when one seemed to “turn” on me.
When my senior year began, everyone and I knew who would be the valedictorian of my senior class. He was a very nice guy who was smart+. And I knew and shared with Mummy that Charlie and I would be in the running for salutatorian. Now, his strength was in the sciences. And I told Mummy during the beginning of the school year that would be the only way he would “beat” me. Of course, she encouraged me to do my best, which was not even a question that I would not try hard. I wanted to make my Mummy and Daddy proud.