The journal of a normal white girl from a conservative Christian family who found herself to be a liberal, vegetarian, tree-hugging, Buddhist in the middle of Nebraska beef country ... and then moved to big, bad Los Angeles to become a Buddhist chaplain much to everyone's consternation, including her own.
April 16, 2007
Has anyone noticed that my writing gets worse and worse, more and more disjointed, as the semester progresses? Or is it just my dissatisfaction grows as my stress level rises?
I just want to go to sleep and wake up when they hand me my diploma.