Mr. Arnzen is in the hospital.
Terry says that a couple of the Gazettes are gone already so maybe I can afford what's left tomorrow.
The week's over already, only to be followed by an all-too short weekend and then we start all over again.
NOTES: Mr. Arnzen would turn out to have some major health problems. Not sure if I go into it here in the Journal but let's just say that he sadly doesn't make it out of the school year alive.
I guess during this period where I disliked school, weekends took on an extra meaning to me. Earlier, I loved the weekdays just as much and later on, as an adult, I actually worked nearly every Saturday and many Sundays for about a decade. These days, they're still nothing special but, for a time in the seventies, I loved my Saturdays!