Kathy to Hilary, May 16, 1972 cont. May 16, 1972 cont.
You would not believe the social butterfly I’ve become. I suppose we all catch the bug sooner or later. This guy, he’s an Afghan (marvelous opportunity this school gives one) and our group includes a Japanese guy, two Iranians, a Phillipina, a Canadian, three Dutch girls, a Venezuelan, two Swedes, and a Greek named Kriton, pronounced, believe it or not as “cretin.” You Greeks! I won’t tell you the amazing story of how Kathy Talley turned from a wallflower to a social butterfly in one night. Suffice it to say, it all started at a school dance. Like most stories, I’m sure it will have an ambiguous ending, open to all interpretations.
Yo iba a un juego de soccer con mi querido amigo. 
Estoy muy feliz, con buen razon. Yo iba a un juego de soccer con me querido amigo, no ganiamos el juego, fue un empate. Con todo fue (estaba? estuve? era?) bien, porque yo estuve con ello. No me adoro la tierra a que el anda--pero anoche se llamo yo, el decía cosas muy dulces, pero verdades, yo creo...yo espero. El decía, “you estaba muy alegre, y yo no sabía porque, entonces yo pensaba de ti y sabía porque estuve tan feliz.” “Tú estás demasiado dulce,” yo decía, “no es como tí.” Que puedo decir--que puedo hacer? Me lo gusta mucho, me lo quiera (?) MUCHO!
I love the camaraderie of these friends. Johnny (that’s the Afghan) and Kriton crack me up and I laugh hysterically at all their stories. J calls me “sunshine,” me--can you imagine? Kriton and Johnny play the guitar and sing “You’ve got a Friend,” Kriton can’t play very well and Johnny sings even worse it makes me howl.
I dreamt last night of a plane that crashed in extremely unusual circumstances. A Pan Am jet was being chased by four Phantom jets and it flew about four meters off a street in Manhattan between big skyscrapers, then in flipped over purposefully and crashed. I thought about it all day. And yet, I felt the most wonderful sort of happiness today. I sat gazing through a window at some trees at school, having just read a beautiful poem, rejoicing in the freedom and contentment I felt both at the same time. It was a homely feeling--I saw a future before me--and I felt good all day, joyful, light, and changed, even though I dreamt about death last night.
I feel so unique--how can anyone ever have loved--and lived--before, I can’t see how it can happen to so many people.
Corny! Sorry! At any rate, I sucessfully reached the day of my sixteenth birthday in one piece. How does it feel to be such an advanced age? I’ve often wondered if I would ever reach it. We got tested to death about a month ago, I.Q. and all that shit and if there are any momentous results I’ll tell you, say if I actually turn out to be a genius. One thing the counselor told me is that I have the highest PSAT score in the school (10th and 11th grade), which doesn’t say much for the school, does it?
But life’s all right, you know?
5:34:59 AM 
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