Mrs. Alice B. Barringer
Barringer, Alice
List of my Best Books:
1. This is My Beloved
2. Catcher in the Rye
3. Love Poems of the Ages
4. Marriage Manuel
5. Zen
New moons, darks of the moon
Full moons—watch for full moon and write poetry!
My birthday—Taurus the Bull. Paul's birthday?
April birthstone—diamond. Flower—sweet pea.
May birthstone—emerald. Flower—lilly of the valley.
They're always interrupting when she talks to us.
Are you buying a ticket for the Thanksgiving Dance from Kagan? Alice
Who elected Harry Kagan anyhow? He's a pain in the ass. Carole
He's a fat pain in the ass. Are you going? A.
He's a big fat pain in the ass. Frank is taking me. Are you going? C.
Every day you're ruining my note-book! A.
You started it. C.
ME
My height—5 ft. 2 in.
My weight—should be 110, is 112
Color hair—brownette
Color eyes—gray-blue or blue-gray
My name My address My telephone My next of kin My school My Home Room Teacher My blood type My allergies My favorite color My lucky number My likes My dislikes
Calories: Bacon 95 cal.
hamburg 245
baked pot. 145
ice cream (vanilla) 200
coke 80
pizza—?
Note to myself—Improve posture. Look up darkling.
World's largest cities Tokyo London N.Y.
World's best dressed woman
World's best movie stars
Oh, my beloved, if you but knew ... I am so near, and yet so far ... in this very room, a heart-throb away ... So ready ... so ready for you & all you stand for ... Last Sunday I took the subway to your stop (Your address is on the Time Card) and I walked back & forth across the street from your house . . . back and forth . . . just to see where you live. For a moment I saw you in the window. . . . But perhaps it wasn't even you. My heart was throbbing with love and sadness ... If I could die for you! . . . Like the Lady of Shalot you read to us, floating dead on the river under his window, and Lancelot never knowing . . . never knowing . . . saying only 'She has a lovely face, the Lady of Shalot . . .'
I wonder if I’ll ever dare to give you this letter ... for you to take into your hand . . . My Real Self in your keeping . . . Maybe then you will look upon me and know me . . . know me!!!! 'Alice', you would say—'lovely Alice, the first time you walked into Room 309 I felt it ... It was meant to be . . .' Paul, my beloved, I feel it too and my pulses are throbbing with all that is inside me. Remember when you held the door open for me and my elbow touched your suit?
Sometimes I feel I'm the only person in the World or even the Universe . . . There's no one but I and I want to jump up to the sky higher and higher and throw my arms and yell like I'm crazy or maybe cry and weep . . . I don't know what it is but I can't bear it. 'I am half sick of shadows, said the Lady of Shalot. . . .' That morning when you were talking to Miss Barrett in the Coffee Shoppe I wanted to die or kill her, although she's a very nice teacher. In my bed at night I pray to the ceiling, Dear Ceiling, make him love me or notice me in class where I sit . . . Make me worthy of him . . . Make him take me in his bold and throbbing embrace! . . . When I look at the cracks in the ceiling and how ugly everything is I think it's unreal, my house and my parents . . . Real life is someplace else . . . on moonlit terraces . . . in tropic gardens . . . foreign cities . . . darkling woods. . . . We are standing on a darkling hill together and your hungry lips seek
Acetalyn in water plus what?
Potassium
Oxalic acid
Boyles Law
My Spelling Demons—
Write in note-book three times, neatly in ink:
alright
alright
alright.
Je me porte tres bien et vous?
Merci. Je aussi.
Note to myself—Rewrite letter to Barringer on new pink stationary, use best handwriting and put in his letter-box. I dare me!
Tues. Assembly postponed to Wed. Music program. Listen courteously. No stamping of feet for applause.
Quotation marks when talk to a person
No quotation marks when talk to a thing (indirect)
Bring money for Scholastic. (Get from WHO ?????????)
