Workbook: August, 2020
- August 31, 2020: The information is unclear.
- August 30, 2020: Because I have opted out.
- August 29, 2020: "No."
- August 28, 2020: After the first year, my mother gave permission for me to withdraw.
- August 27, 2020: One of the most confusing experiences was near the end of sixth grade.
- August 26, 2020: We have a little class band.
- August 25, 2020: I published an occasional "newsletter"...
- August 24, 2020: There's a gazebo on the coast at Asilomar.
- August 23, 2020: I expected to be home by now.
- August 22, 2020: The exiles with their TVs and monster trucks and portly lack of exercise.
- August 21, 2020: I like being near people but it's difficult to talk.
- August 20, 2020: Evacuation.
- August 19, 2020: The sky is orange.
- August 18, 2020: Professor Falstaff has a new accomplice.
- August 17, 2020: It feels like being parachuted into a foreign city without a map.
- August 16, 2020: I'm taking Microeconomics at the University.
- August 15, 2020: The drugs at this moment are model glue, reds, weed, and alcohol...
- August 14, 2020: Around the time of the Kent and Jackson State shootings the kids stopped reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.
- August 13, 2020: My mother doesn't understand how much I love my friends.
- August 12, 2020: The IQ test was fun.
- August 11, 2020: The San Diego Police Band is here to teach us cops are cool...
- August 10, 2020: I'm struggling to stay awake.
- August 9, 2020: That cultural disconnect had an outcome with resonance.
- August 8, 2020: I should explain the game of teamball.
- August 7, 2020: I like my History professor very much.
- August 6, 2020: When I started reading I gave up the drugs.
- August 5, 2020: I love studying in the bowling alley.
- August 4, 2020: I am struggling with Althusser.
- August 3, 2020: I'm high on rum and LSD.
- August 2, 2020: I have a girlfriend there, for a short time. I'm not nice to her.
- August 1, 2020: I loved a girl there, for three years. Jean.