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Well, my name is Emmett and I live in Wilbur, Maine, up north of Augusta in a old cabin next to the Wilbur's River that ain't got no electricity except the 24 car batteries I hooked up--not the river, the cabin. I mean, I didn't electrify the river, that would be dumb. And not so damn easy, now I think about it, but wicked cool. If you survived, of course--which is plenty, I guess, since all's I got is the tv, the radio, the fridge, a couple of lamps, a clock, a telephone, and this here new computer Steve helped me buy. I only have to recharge the batteries once a month or so, which is pretty good even though it takes all night, but I tend to trip on the cables a lot when I'm walking around. I gotta do something about that before I electrocute myself.
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I just went to post that new entry and I noticed Gunna-poet asking what happened to the rest of the class. Well, partly, I think the same thing that happened to me, they just all got buried in schoolwork. But the rest--I thought I wrote this already? I meant to, I guess I forgot. But I got to make this quick.
OK, well, Rachel pulled out of school. Her dad lost his job and she had to move in with her Mom who wanted her to go to "a real school". You can tell from some of what she wrote in her blog that something wasn't right. Her Dad was going nuts over little things, he was home a lot more than he should have been, that kind of stuff. I had a feeling that's what happened but I didn't want to say nothing because it wasn't none of my business. Rachel seemed to me pretty immature for a kid her age, more like a 16 year old than a almost 20 year old. I got a cousin who's 18 and she don't get all giggly about sex like Rachel did, or think it's this great romantic adventure like you read about in books. But then, Abby got her cherry popped when she was a freshman by Bert Mancuso who was a year older and she ain't been starry-eyed about it since. In fact, Abby's turned into a real hard case when it comes to guys. She's a little like my sister that way--don't cross her because you'll pay. I think women up here have to be like that if they want to get by without getting ripped off by their boyfriends or pregnant and dumped--there's a lot of that. I figure Rachel just don't have much life experience for her age, you know? When she used to get on her Mom about stuff, she sounded just like a whiny 15 year old that ain't figured out if she's an adult or not but thinks she ought to be treated like one anyway. I got the feeling she was way more protected than most kids are around here. I mean, there was just so much she didn't even seem to know about.
As for Jack, he had this great idea--and it was pretty good, too--but then he says he didn't know what to do with it. He still don't, and it bugs him. He's taking a philosophy class, reading all about Nitchy and Kirkaguard (they're philosophers, I guess, don't ask me, I got enough trouble without that kind of shit), and he thinks he might want to take a whack at it again sometime soon. The problem was he thought he had a whole lot to say and then once he started he either found out he didn't or he couldn't figure out how to write it down. He still writes pretty funny, though, when he wants to. I thought he ought to just give up all that Egyptian crap and write like he does in class about Texas and the weird attitudes they got down there. He cracks me up when he does that, but he's stubborn as hell and he just won't give up his idea about playing god for laughs. I don't know, maybe he's right. You gotta do what makes your engine race even if that means you don't start the car all that often.
Merilee and Julie were disappointed they didn't get more of a response from being in public. Julie never got a comment or a email or nothing, and the only email Merilee got told her her poetry really stunk. She didn't take it too good and Ms Thompson had a helluva time just talking her into staying with the class. I think they both expected to get people reading them and telling them how good they were and when it didn't happen, they just didn't care any more. Course, I could be wrong. Maybe they just got tied up in school like I did. I'll let you know if they start posting again, but I get the idea they decided that jumping into the public like that wasn't all it was cracked up to be. They're still in class, though, and still writing poetry so I imagine they'll be trying again at some point.
Now I really got to go. It's getting late and them Baptists ain't going to wait forever.
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