September 28, 1996 - Saturday

I need to write in my journal all the time, not every other day.  Well today I felt in a bad mood still, but after lunch I was fine.  I had a meeting with Брат [Brother] Sycamore and told him I was having a little trouble with Elder Parks correcting me all the time and he said that he would say something to the class.  So my problems are solved [ha, ha, ha - all my problems are all solved - ha, ha, ha - except for the rest of my life]