Feb. 23, 1991
Well, [Ginger] and I are separated. Mrs. Hall is getting nasty. Yesterday I got better from a severe, 2-day cold. The ground war is all but beginning. Mrs. Hall has made 2 groups into 3,
Flash news! On radio, 190 oil wells on fire be; Sad Man Insane. Flash news over.
[Ginger] and I have been separated, each in a group of three nerds. I hate BJ, John, and Amy Bratso. [Ginger] has: Chris, Preston [last name], and Michael [last name]. [Ginger] has the worst.
Update on trip: March 15.
This is being written with a different pen.
I will not use another different pen in my diary. I can hardly remember to write these days.
Reading Anne of Windy Poplars again. Great book. She writes to Gilbert all the time, so that is why I remembered.

Jan. 18, 1991
The third day. I wonder when ever the war will be over. The war seems so unreal and hazy compared with the everyday hardships and things. [Ginger] left for Mexico last night. She won't be back until next Friday--a week from today. We are having dinner at [family name of swallowtayle's popular friend with the long red hair]'. I hope it will be fun. I hope that at school, BJ and John and Amy will not bother me, especially about my hat. When will the war be over?
Well, the dinner was a success. We put on a R, W, & B Club thing. Talk about fun! I will stay up until Saturday, I think. It is now 11:06 PM. This book is hard to write in. [Red-headed friend] has quite the kitchen. 11:09?

Wed, Jan 16, 1991
Dear Diary,
I can't believe it is me! I feel wooden and plastic and unreal. Pres. Bush has all but declared war on Iraq. I hope Jon, my cousin who is in the navy, will not go into service. If he is injured or worse...
I don't know...
I was sort of bored at school today with the usual chatter. After school I found out. At school, I thought it would be days. Oh, I hope Jay doesn't go into service. But he is too young, only twelve. I'm glad of that. I hope all ends well. Kerry, the gloomy foreteller, predicted that they would cream us. He predicts..."They have more troops, more tanks, more everything except airpower." Oh, what would I give fore some perfect peace. [Ginger], swallowtayle, and I have started a club named The Red, White, and Blue club. We hope it will be a peaceful success...
I wonder what tomorrow and more tomorrows will bring. I hope our friends and relatives will be safe.