Free Ms. Zephyr's Notebook by KC Dyer Page A

that time, Abbie. I was so mad at that chick. She could have a perfect life and she just chooses not to.
    What kind of teacher keeps her notebook on the desk for anyone to read, anyway? I hate it when the weirdie looks at my stuff and then bugs me about it. Little Miss A Student is pretty quick to criticize other people. Maybe she should just keep her eyes on her own work and go eat a banana split or three. And have a look in the mirror while she’s at it. Baby, she’s got problems of her own.
    I know Carl Sagan was an astronomer dude. I know he used to look at the stars a lot. The man must’ve said “I’m outta here” at some point in his life. And who gives a shit about Carl Sagan or what he said, anyhow? You can’t see the stars from in here.
    Logan
    November 20
    Jacqueline H-M.
    9:06 a.m.
    Hello Abbie,
    Well, there you have it. You have broken through my natural reserve. I have never called a teacher by her first name before. I have to admit it feels a little strange, even in writing.
    But after our amazing discussion yesterday I just feel free to do as you have asked. I had no idea you were so interested and informed on the subject of astronomy. What a thrill for me to chat with such a knowledgeable resource! Plus, today is a day of celebration. First full day since Medusa finally removed my gastric tube, not that I needed the thing anyway. I feel quite sure I have turned a corner and am on my way to recovery.
    Only nine days to my birthday — can you believe it? Abbie, I feel ready to become a whole new person. New name, new age, and new slim and attractive body. The NG tube removal means that I can start eating food again, and though I have some firm thoughts on the choices I must make, I am happy to get back to normal. You’ll see on the wall of my room I have put together a collage of the world’s most beautiful women, cut out of magazines from the waiting area. My art therapist suggested I make the collage to represent what I want in life and I am thrilled with the results.
    I know I can never be as beautiful or as willowy as these women but I hope that even when I am old and grey I will always retain a certain sense of style.
    Jaqueline H-M.

    November 20
    Kip G.
    Hi Abbie,
    Since I’m stuck in bed right now, Logan said it would be good if I asked you a favour. Is it okay for me to hook up to the internet from my room? Logansays he’ll show me a couple of really cool games if I let him try to send an e-mail to his friend Tom. He keeps trying to reach Tom from the computer station at the end of the hall but Tom hasn’t answered and Logan says that computer is screwed anyway. But Logan says teachers have special powers to get things done around here.
    I send e-mails to my dad at work every day, and every night my mom sends me a goodnight e-mail before she goes to bed. But I usually don’t get them until the next day because we are not supposed to use the internet station at the end of the hall at night time.
    So can I?
    From,
    Kip
    November 20
    Logan K.
    An ungodly hour in the morning.
    Okay, I get why you keep your notebook on your desk, all right? Everybody needs to look at it and you take away and file a bunch of the private stuff, anyway. I don’t even care if the little weirdie reads my stuff. I just don’t think she should be allowed to slag mywork. It’s one thing for her to be all stuck up about her English skills and her math skills and so on, but she should keep her opinions to herself. I mean, she has a lot to say for a girl who won’t even use her own name because she thinks it’s too boring. It’s not boring. It’s a good enough name. The one she made up is just plain stupid. A person who has something to say should have the backbone to use their own name. And she’s so proud of her grandmother but won’t use the name they share? Gimme a break. That