Thursday, March 25, 1982
Incredible weather for March: warm and clear, making everything lazy and relaxed, and I felt in a better mood than yesterday.
When I got into school at two everyone was crammed into the work room. A good atmosphere, and even Deborah was friendly.
In Art we lazed about outside, drawing landscapes from unusual angles. Later I thought about how secure it all seemed lying there in the grass, the air warm, the sun going down, jet trails high and white, everything safe and familiar. I’ll miss it when I leave.