Dear Janice,
The music teacher, Mr. Macdougal is on to me. I seem to always start laughing in his class. I'm a soprano and like most other men he's a baritone. His vocal chords weren't made for high notes. He's always demonstrating to the sopranos how high to get up there. It doesn't work well with his voice. Whenever he tries I always laugh. I can't help it. Every week it happens. So now he's always glancing in my direction which only makes me laugh more. I've got to control myself or detention and I will be soon acquainted.
Diary of Latoya Hunter: My First Year in Junior High.
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