Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin

Untitled Part 14

5/21/1802

    The ball is happening a month from now. That's a month to try and save money and learn to dance. Charlotte can dance, by the way.

    Someone came up to me today and started complaining. "We don't need a jail," he said to me. "just kill all lawbreakers and heathens." I told him to piss off and go back to work.

5/22/1802

    It's so hot out I think I'm melting. So many of the men have taken their shirts off. I hate this for two reasons; I don't need to see half naked sweaty men, and I can't take off my shirt. Not fair. All I can do is roll up my sleeves and unbutton it slightly.

5/23/1802

    At this point I don't even listen to the things the priests say. It makes no sense and I don't want any part in it.

    I tried to dance again today. I stepped on Charlotte's feet three times. I'm doing great... soon it will be time for the ball and I'll still be terrible at dancing. It's not even difficult. I'm just clumsy.