September 11, 1995 (Diaries #2)
September 11, 1995
Today is the first day of 3rd grade. I am sooooo exited. I love school. I never want to graduate from colledge. But It might be fun. Anyway I am exited to learn times tables well.
These are my diaries. I’ve been writing them for 23 (mostly) uninterrupted years. They make me laugh and cringe and cry and everything in between. Follow me for more.
That's the spirit! Child labour.
I am eagerly awaiting the 5475th installment to find out whether you ever DID graduate...
Sounds like you're going to have to stick around a while... I've always been a bit wordy. On the bright side, with all the child laboUr, I'm not at risk of running out of material sometime soon (though I don't intend to overly take advantage of it--it's just that I've been working on compiling these diaries for years--I call it my "immortality project"--might as well take advantage of this new and exciting outlet/addition to my life).
...Spot the Britishism...
Also, not sure if this is obvious, but I mean "colledge" in the American sense (i.e. "university"). The one time I ever visited England, I was 21 years old, and I had just graduated from college, which I was eagerly telling everyone I met. It later occurred to me that I had accidentally "outed" myself as an 18 year old.
B.t.w. if you want your early-learning-year self analysed by your fabulous drawing, maybe find more info here. I am creeping into your innermost being thanks to your journaling! (When exactly did you start school, 5 or 7?) Very impressive heart-centre development for a mere 5/7 year old. The drawing complements your calm resolve to spiral outwards with clear intent, from the heart (green) in the midst of the new digestive processes (yellow) that is early-learning.
Wow, that post was incredible.
I started school at 4, I think. But I wrote this one at 8 years old.
Having seen your previous post of your diary I must say you were quite artistic as a child... I hope it followed you into adulthood ... Contrary to you loving school as a child I never wanted to go to school I wanted to play soccer lol...
Unfortunately I'm pretty terrible when it comes to manual forms of creating art, and that's not self deprecation, it's just an acknowledgement of my own strengths and weaknesses. Somehow my brain has just never bent in that direction! That's why I take photos and string words together. :) But my 8 year old self thanks you!
Woah what a cool idea to share these here! I was always in awe of my sister's (ever expanding) collection of diaries and journals, filled full of teeny tiny cramped writing.
Thank you! I hope it finds an audience, but if not, that's okay... I'll keep going with the series. It's something I've wanted to do for a while, and these only take a half hour or so to do, versus my overly meticulous research projects. :)
How old is your sister, just out of curiosity? I wonder how many other full grown adults still write impassioned diaries, hah.
very cool! I wish I had kept more of my stuff from grade school!