I pasted all my jail letters with Jeremy in my journal. I’ve kept this journal from 2014- today (I ran out of sheets)
Looking back at everything, this is very funny and makes me laugh.
This was written by one of my managers… he put $200 in the card. He was either in his late 50’s or early 60’s. White man, divorced from a black woman. It was a fetish.
I brought two tickets to see Sufjan with this guy… I’m almost certain this guy was undercover gay, but not completely sure.
Don’t I look 18 in this picture? I was 27! This was the summer before I started my first semester. I scored low on the placement tests so I took a summer class to have a chance to get out of the remedial courses. I got out of the remedial English, but I had to take one remedial math to be able to take calculus. I was in the lowest remedial math before then. I would’ve had to take 3 remedial courses before I was able to take precalculus!
In the picture to the left: the professor that tried to take me on a date. Gross.