Tuesday, February 2, 1982
At school, it's still no go with Deborah, and she's still ignoring us. We haven’t spoken now since last Tuesday. After school, but before Art, we were in the library and she and Duncan sat apart and I got so depressed and angry inside. . . . What's the point? Perhaps I’m to blame, and if so then OK but let’s not carry on like this; it's so frustrating. Time's hurtling past and soon we’ll all be gone.
In Art Mr. Hine talked about our ‘A’ level mock practicals and described my application of paint as “horrific” and “squalid” and my use of colour “crude.” There must be some good points!
I started reading Nathaniel West. Elmfield 2-3 Easterby Athletic!