8:36) Katherine Blanke (KAT) 05-JAN-98 9:11

Back at school after a long coma of talking to the voices in my head in the confines of my house. The temperatures of the classrooms vary here in my school, because the teachers fix the thermostat according to how they're feeling. 1st hour, lazily warm and comfy, like too many blankets on a rainy Saturday, I couldn't concentrate on the government exam review sheets. 2nd hour, cooler, crisper, like going outside after being in all day. The pace faster, quicker, more focused, being a journalism class. Even after 3 years, now being a senior, provailing over all underclass, I fade away into the artwork on the bulletin boards, the lockers, the murals in the hallways. This ghostly vision that pushes past everyone to get where she's going, whom is struggling to really be someone. But everyone only sees the little girl they ignored when they were growing up, tall and blond even then. Kalamazoo, what a zoo, what a trap to still be in. What does she have to do to see different, be different, hea @!KAT