God I hate... God, I hate getting up so early. But I only have three months left; then I will never have to get up early again. Three more months and this time I graduate. Dads do quite well in railway work now. He hasn't been fired for a couple of years now. David is doing well in the Navy and my future at Taco Bell is almost a guarantee. I don't know why this graduation shit is so important to everyone, I make 165.00 a week now and I'm only 18! It's better than some factories and I don't work as much as them. If I didn't go to this stupid high school every day; I bet I could make 200 or even 225 dollars a week. They would let me work. I'm the best employee they have. One day I'll have Taco Bell. “Okay! All right! I'm awake, dammit!" I yell at Mom as I look at the clock. Jesus! She didn't graduate and did fine. If only she knew how much I hated that place! Nothing was like when I was a kid. Teachers taught for money .They don't give a damn about us. Suddenly all the kids I grew up with were “black”. That means they can't be seen hanging out with me because they're "white bread" now at their house or they stayed at my house. Now I'm part of the race that owned and sold them. Go figure. I've never owned a slave. As far as I knew, no one in my family had ever owned one. Oh well, time to get ready .School starts in 30 minutes. Mom is already going to take me. Now where are my jeans? God, It's cold! I hate the morning. I hate school. I hate teachers. I hate most students. Why did I ever go back? Mommy takes me to school in my bathrobe again! Not a very good look! Dirty pink nylon. Oh God! She even has the fuzzy pink slipper! Oh, this is a lovely sight. Pulling up to Marion High in a 1972 Ford station wagon driven by a crazy woman dressed in a nightgown and slippers! And the pink and worn ones at that! Dad could get a better car now; but he will?