The first entry in my journal turns out to be atypical of the volume as a whole. As you’ll see, I tended to hew closely to things that had actually happened, or were going to happen, or… well, those are the two major categories. But in this case, I haven’t the foggiest clue of which dog ate his food. But it’s a pretty cool story, bro.
I really don’t know what the deal is with the drawing. That floor is psychedelic checkerboard, and a horsedog stands in the middle of a timewarp slash AWESOME attempt at perspective, ready to eat a delicious frisbee.
In recent years, there has been a movement to stop teachers from making corrections in red pen. Someone decided that red was too harsh, too much of an admonishment for our youth. That is bullshit. A nice red correction screams “DO NOT DO THIS AGAIN.” After I got this entry back from Mrs. Judge, how many more times do you think I confused the characters for lowercase B and D? Zero.* That’s how many times. Red pen works.