Rewrite the text as a quick diary entry

Resident advisors are called resident counselors in England. They’re all American, most of them from the Deep South, rakish high school teachers who want to bolster their resumes. My RC is innocuously named Cindy and is somewhat vicious: you can tell by the exacting way she plucks her eyebrows in paradoxically angled curves. A few days after the bombings at King’s Cross and Tavistock Square, she comes into my room without knocking as I eat a cupped avocado half with a spoon. I eat them every day for lunch that summer — it’s all I can afford.

Message for you, she yodels, a yellow post-it stuck to her finger.

Oh, I say, contemplating the uses for avocado pits, prodding it with my spoon and pretending it’s a scalpel.

Cindy leans near Inge’s industrial mini-fridge, and I pretend not to worry that she came in to open it. Inge and I have a bottle of peach schnapps in there — illegal as per the dictations of the American exchange program. Schnapps is a predilection of Inge’s I will never understand but accept for the sake of consumption, because who our age has any taste, and being rich, she always lets me drink it for free.
Dear Diary, 

Today I learned resident advisors are called resident counselors in England. They’re all American, most of them from the Deep South, rakish high school teachers who want to bolster their resumes. My RC is innocuously named Cindy and is somewhat vicious: you can tell by the exacting way she plucks her eyebrows in paradoxically angled curves. A few days after the bombings at King’s Cross and Tavistock Square, she came into my room without knocking as I ate a cupped avocado half with a spoon. I ate them every day for lunch that summer — it was all I could afford.

She told me she had a message for me.  It was on a yellow sticky note that was stuck to her finger.

I prodded my avocado pit with my spoon trying to pretend it was a scalpel.

Cindy was leaning next to Inge’s industrial mini-fridge, and I pretended not to worry that she came in to open it. Inge and I have a bottle of peach schnapps in there — illegal as per the dictations of the American exchange program. Schnapps is a predilection of Inge’s I will never understand but accept for the sake of consumption, because who our age has any taste, and being rich, she always lets me drink it for free. Will write more later.

Sincerly, {insert name}