Anne says that if the war isn’t over by the coming September, she’ll never go back to school because she doesn’t want to be so far behind everyone else. But then she decides to work hard at her schoolwork again so she can eventually be a journalist.
She describes a crying episode. Or rather episodes when she can’t hold herself together when alone. It’s descriptions like these that remind you how much stress and fear Anne lives with every day.
Anne has big dreams. She wants to be a writer, impact people, and be immortalized by her writing. Isn’t this sadly ironic? But also nice that her dream came true?