10.29.1986
December 8, 2006
Note: My short-lived attendance at Ricks College in the small town of Rexburg, Idaho twenty years ago was a defining stage of my life. Mostly for unpleasant reasons. Taking an extremely impulsive anarchist skate punk from California and putting them in the Rexburg of 1986, what can you expect? My being an 18-year-old with the maturity of a 9-year-old didn’t help, either. But it was in Rexburg that I fell in love with photography and abandoned my academic career to follow my passion.
These entries are written from the journals I kept when I was 18. Of course, at 38 today, I do not advocate any of the illegal activity discussed here. -Trent
Wednesday, October 29, 1986
Today I found out that I’m getting a C+ or C- in my journalism class. And that’s the career I thought I would go into. I want to change my major to Criminal Science. Before my college newspaper class I went to the library and read some books on Police Science. There was a great one from the 1950’s called “Car Clubbing” and it’s all about breaking into parked cars. I learned a lot from that book.
We went to the arcade and played Gauntlet again. Then to the bank to deposit some money in roommate Charlie’s account, to make up for the check the guys forged last week.
We played more D&D tonight. Drake’s character got killed and he got all mad. It was his fault too. I think I’m about done with D&D. I love the game, just don’t really enjoy playing it.
I’m so confused about life still.
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