A Decade of Journals
In front of me is a baby blue, five subject Mead notebook from my junior year of high school in 1999. DON’T OPEN is scrawled across the center of the cover in cherry red pen, underneath which sixteen year-old me has drawn a single, lopsided smiley face.
Just above this very mixed message are more words, illegible thanks to a layer of vigorous and determi…