Hilary to Kathy, May 22, 1972, Arlington, VA cont. I should be writing a short story that was due in English a wk. ago but I don feel particularly inclined to do so. I got an 89 on an English aptitude-skill test designed for college freshmen in “good schools”. My English teacher said that was extremely good, and though I am a very lazy student he said he had faith in my intelligence and that with enough extra-curricular activities, a B average and high test scores I should get into a good college. I was glad for that reassurance because lately I have been having my doubts as to my ability (i.e. potential student value).
Did I tell you that I decided not to run for office this year? I am going to work for the yearbook instead. Maybe I will run again in my senior year but right now I feel that I have been hassled enough by students and teachers and administrators with little to show for it.
I haven’t embraced a faith and I don’t think I will for the moment. You wouldn’t believe the obnoxious Jesus Freaks that inhabit Georgetown and are invading the school. I can’t stand being told how un-virtuous I am, and how my life is one big sin, and how being female my mind is full of mistaken values and how only THEY can save me. How I have to open up my heart to Him, all this over my BLIMPIES steak sandwich. The tears I cry are for the chopped onion behind the counter, not for the beautiful revelation. To add to all this, I have found out that most jesus freaks are lechers in disguise. WRAAK!!!!!
The party you described sounds like a recent bash at George Y’s house. Remember him & Margie K. from 9th grade? Incidentally, they broke up, but anyway the party was put on by the boys service club, called Omega. It got crashed by a lot of O’Connell people and it was full of gooky sophomores getting drunk on bear, people making out with people they didn’t know and ended with a fist fight and police raid. I got grabbed by the greasiest people imaginable. An unfortunate experience.
I think basically I am the same person you left here almost 2 years ago, the outger façade and behavior and stuff are different maybe, and with a whole new group of people, but I still think the same way. The same egotistical, picky, obnoxious, frustrated, silly fun loving Hilary. I’ve read that Taureans fear loneliness. I think it’s true—I know I hate the ide of being away from people. It’s gotten so that school is a nice change from home just because of the people.
This is a very depressing letter. I seem always to write you, and end up apologizing for my raunchy letters.
Hoping always that you won’t mind, that you’ll understand and that you’ll write back….
Love, Hilary
I have Yesterday on the stereo. 
P.S. I have Yesterday on the stereo – how reminiscent of old times. The world really is changing too fast for me. There was an article in the New York Times Magazine by an 18 year old on growing up in the 60’s. It was really good – the kind of thing you think about writing but never do.
BY THE WAY! Thanks much for the vase & tassle – they both hold places ofhonor in my room (small honor) When I cease to be $10 in debt I will find you something…
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