May 17, 2016:

Teams, squads, uniforms: even the musicians. The madrigals took second place! Instructions directed to each of us demand we be proud.

Competition, competition, competition. Tribalism. The school of our neighborhood is in opposition to and is better than the school from some other neighborhood. Why? Unspecified. Apparently because we're us and that's enough said.

Although I tried each year to avoid capture I am on page 110. Pre-puberty, girlish in long hair and psychedelic striped trousers. Standing next to a boy I was friends with. In two pages comes the first girl I will kiss, I think probably the year after this. I have affection for her today. None for him. The rest of these people are cyphers.