Dear journal,
The Summer Session was over but the Winter Session wasn’t but the Winter Session was less lively. A few of us met up for it today. “I knew, perhaps I alone knew, that this was false. Devon had slipped through their fingers during the warm overlooked months.” (Gene, page 65) During the summer everyone let everything go and the traditions were broken and the rules had been forgotten. It was the beginning of winter and everything had a sharp, biting coldness to everything. I went to see Brinker today but then I decided I did not want to see the things Leper has left behind so I decided not to which made me late to my afternoon classes. I also went to the river and it reminded me of Finny. There was another river right near it but we never went to this river. It was called the Naguamsett. I got a job as an Assistant Crew Manager today. This job was usually for the disabled. Quackenbush wasn’t always the nicest man because he hasn’t been liked since he came to the Devon school. We didn’t get along very well either. Me and him got into a fight today when I was defending Finny. When Finny asked me about sports I told him I was to busy to protect him.
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