September 2, 1889
How utterly foolish of me. I thought I had lost this journal forever. It seems like such a long time ago that I lost it. Yet when I unpacked my truck yesterday I stumbled upon it. So here you are little journal. Subject to my thoughts and musings for the year. Can you believe I am already a third year? It feels like I just started my first year.
I admit I am selfishly very happy that I have returned to school. Matthew does nothing but cow about how old and important he is - starting his sixth year and all that - and Henry just wants to spend time with his own friends. Then there is mother! She has an opinion for absolutely everything! It is like she has forgotten that my life is not synonymous with her own. At least I am back at school, back with my friends, and able to do what I want and not just what she wishes I would do.
I hope this year is as fantastic as the last two have been. But for now I really should be getting to breakfast. Sloane is finally awake and ready to head to breakfast.
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Thank you Bee <3 Your magic has made Sisse bloom