Quicktime | Flash | iPod Now we are treading in dangerous waters. No life jackets. Pirhanas everywhere. Nibbling. We re moving on to a new journal. The plaid one. The Plaid Years were well plaid. All jumbly and going in several directions at once. Why? Because that s what being a college freshman is all about. Everyone around you is saying you re grown up, that you re an adult, but you re not by a long shot. What you really are is a 13th grader masquerading as an adult. I m sure I thought I was a sophisticated Woman of The World, what with my being away at college and all**, but in reality I was just as much of a kid as most of my friends. I slept with a teddy bear and was still having nightmares about The Day After. I shot video of several journal entries from The Plaid Years, but realized that this one the first one should just be out on the loose on its own. A side note to the Fathers: Yes. It s true. Your daughters will get older, they will have sex likely too soon and it will be a nightmare for you. They might make some questionable choices in spite of the fact that you ve raised them to be strong, smart young women. You can t lock them in the basement. Actually, I guess you could lock them in the basement Go. Go do it now. Yes. Lock your daughters in the basement. Hurry! **I was 37 minutes away by commuter rail. Real worldly.
