Today wasn't too bad. It just got bad, though. The T.V. broke!! Baw! The O'Rourkes won't be home until about eleven and it's about 9 now. Ahhh! I'm going to go crazy. Mom stopped over to talk to me this afternoon and just sent over a newspaper and some food. I'm going to record my poem in my diary. I'm not going to tell anyone in my family about it, either.
Malcolm X got killed today. It was horrible, from what I heard.
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This entry never ceases to amaze me. Not because I toss off a reference to a major national event after a recap of a boring day of baby-sitting, but because I actually mentioned it at all. My diary doesn't reflect the political me; I actually read the Autobiography of Malcolm X for a book report later that year. But being politically engaged was not cool, so I kept it quiet.
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