Today, I thought I'd try something I found online and give you a history of my life based on this one day. I did not choose this date specially; it was just the next open space in my blog post queue, haha.
I've written in diaries since November 1999 (though they were sporadic until 2005 or so), and I'm moving into the seventies in journal numbers because I am a prolific little writer-face. So there should be plenty of fun material to paraphrase for your reading.
No January 18th entry in 2000, 2001, 2002, or 2003.
January 18th, 2004, Nine Years Old (Fourth Grade)
My youngest brother had pink eye, and my class was given notice about an upcoming book report. I concluded this entry with "NMTS," which stood for "Not Much To Say."
January 18th, 2005, Ten Years Old (Fifth Grade)
Choir "made today nice," but P.E. was "yuk." In GATE, we were doing debates, which was also "yuk".
January 18th, 2006, Eleven Years Old (Sixth Grade)
I liked music class because we did a couple of dances and then sang the New Mexico state song. After that, "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
January 18th, 2007, Twelve Years Old (Seventh Grade)
On the bus, a girl had a book with a fake cover that made it look like a chemistry book. I really liked that idea. In art class, I drew a scene from #IceEnchantressStory. In science class, where we talked about viruses and bacteria, my crush was jealous of me talking to the guy next to me. I freaked out about chair auditions in orchestra, and my best friend at the time started beating up my crush during P.E., which was actually quite a common occurrence.
January 18th, 2008, Thirteen Years Old (Eighth Grade)
On the bus to school, a girl showed me some of her writing, and I tried not to be jealous. In health class, my suggestions for our group project about interpersonal conflict were completely ignored, which ticked me off, and a screening showed I had mildly low blood pressure. In math class, my team lost a group quiz game because the others weren't paying attention. My friends and I did "military operations" at recess, which sounds like quite a game. We had an informational meeting about high school at the end of the day, and I freaked out about it all, unsurprisingly. On the bus home, a few of us played a popular game where we dared each.other to ask people out.
No January 18th entry in 2009. I had been dealing with an illness and editing #PsychicStory to send out again.
January 18th, 2010, Fifteen Years Old (Tenth Grade)
It was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and I finished editing #ChosenFourStory for my beta readers to look at. I was also roped rather rudely into doing a string group for Solo and Ensemble Festival. The girl in charge of the group just showed up at the door and told me I was their cellist.
January 18th, 2011, Sixteen Years Old (Eleventh Grade)
In my church-sponsored religion class before school, I worked on homework and only half=pretended to play the scripture game we were doing. I had a hard time with a pre-calculus test and was bored by Frederick Douglass in AP Lang. I tried to pay attention to an interesting genetics lecture in my biology class, but thanks to the fibromyalgia, I fell asleep halfway through. I struggled with my locker, which was refusing to open. In orchestra, I felt left out as usual, but I enjoyed watching everyone's shenanigans. I teased my standpartner about how another guy was way nicer because he'd put my chair away for me last time, and so my standpartner put away every chair and stand in the cello section, which made me laugh. I had physical therapy after school, and I was thrilled to find that massage and a TENS unit reduced my pain level significantly.
January 18th, 2012, Seventeen Years Old (Twelfth Grade)
The religion class frustrated me today with its forced choice between kids and a career. I started my period in the middle of it and had to go to the office to get my mom to bring me new clothes, which made me miss most of my poetry class. I arrived in time for some archetype talk. I finished an edit of #ChosenFourStory after school, and then I mentally compared Peeta and the guy I liked and mentally analyzed The Nutcracker for archetypes. Because I'm like that.
January 18th, 2013, Eighteen Years Old (Freshman Year)
My best college friend asked me to help her avoid a guy friend who wanted to have A Talk with her about his feelings. My classes bored me, but I was very excited to hear that I'd gotten the copy editor job at The Paw Print! After classes, my friends and I hung out playing guitar and then had a movie night, my choice. We watched Snow White and the Huntsman. Then we played some board games, and then the guy friend insisted upon having That Talk. A couple of us talked with my best college friend afterwards about her love life drama, which cemented my decision to let go of my maybe-crush at the time.
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