Today, I'd like to do another On This Day in My History, where I go through my (copious) diaries and summarize what happened in my life on May 12th each year. Let's go!
May 12th, 2004, Ten Years Old
I made a list of books I wanted to read and wrote nothing else.
May 12th, 2005, Eleven Years Old
All I wrote was "Okay."
No May 12th entry in 2006.
May 12th, 2007, Thirteen Years Old
It was Saturday, and everything I wrote in this entry was about Friday.
May 12th, 2008, Fourteen Years Old
I was part of a group from my school going up to the mountain to help with trail maintenance, but my period leaked, and I had to go home to change clothes. I then resumed the regular school day. In my journalism class, a guy who had been hitting on me a lot decided to literally hit on me using a hairband. The other guys got him to stop. We helped the student council set up for an awards ceremony, and then I went home. I reviewed all the new posts on Scholastic's Write It! novel board, and then went to the awards ceremony to get an award for having good grades. Then I went home and did my homework.
May 12th, 2009, Fifteen Years Old
As another usual school day passed, I grumped a lot about wanting it to be over. I spent a lot of class time writing the third book in my now-trunked Chosen Four series, because I was bored. I freaked out a little during orchestra because one of the girls claimed to be dating my crush, a claim that was later disproven. That evening, we had our orchestra concert, which, as usual, made me incredibly anxious. My anxiety made one of my friends angry, and we had a fight, after which we were never really friends again. We'd already been drifting apart, so it wasn't unexpected.
May 12th, 2010, Sixteen Years Old
In my morning religious class, I got ton of cupcakes as a (very late) birthday gift. Just before school started, we got our yearbooks, which always made me super excited, and I was annoyed that the teachers kept making us put them away. In math class, I let a few people take some cupcakes. A couple of the other cellists in orchestra started play-fighting over which one of them was going to be first chair, and I was hurt that they didn't consider me a contender. That evening, we had our orchestra concert, which went well, and I mused about how orchestra felt like a world of its own, separate from the rest of my life.
May 12th, 2011, Seventeen Years Old
As my own little homage to Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, I wore purple. I was pretty worn out thanks to the orchestra concert the night before, and I struggled my way through the school day. We had a guest conductor from the University of Wyoming in choir, and I really enjoyed that experience. After school, I spent a lot of time transferring music from CDs onto my iTunes.
May 12th, 2012, Eighteen Years Old
I cleaned my room and then went to volunteer at the animal shelter, which I really enjoyed. Then I spent most the day reading, although I also wrote a super dramatic and symbolic poem about how hard my life is.
May 12th, 2013, Nineteen Years Old
I'd just come home from Adams State University, and, per the usual, I was exhausted. I slept through church, read a little, worked on my blog, and gave Mom a gift for Mother's Day.
May 12th, 2014, Twenty Years Old
I started my two-day trip via train to Chicago for Ch1Con 2014! I was so excited to meet my writing friends in person for the first time. I'd met them on Scholastic's Write It! boards, and we'd stayed in touch via social media, eventually leading to the creation of Ch1Con. (Julia, the founder of Ch1Con and Ch21Con and the current director of Ch21Con, was always the one with the most genius real-life ideas!) I enjoyed being on the train and seeing all the different people travelling across the country. It was a lot more diversity than I'd experienced at home! I also watched some Doctor Who, in between my scenery- and people-watching.
May 12th, 2015, Twenty-One Years Old
I was at BYU-Idaho, going through the regular day of classes. I'd been feeling kind of overwhelmed by all the schoolwork, but today, I managed to get it back under control. Then my church group went to the bishop's house for dinner. I'd had a hard time with this group. One of my roommates was very Type A, which I had a hard time dealing with, and there were also a couple of boys in the group that had a habit of saying racist/sexist/inappropriate things. Luckily, this time they behaved better. After dinner we each had to share a story, and I talked about Trek. Afterwards, the bishop said that it was good that disabled people exist because otherwise everyone would go to hell, per lack of service opportunities. I thought that was a pretty weird and kind of ableist comment. Still, it was one of the better experiences that I'd had with this church group.
May 12th, 2016, Twenty-Two Years Old
At BYU-Idaho again, I was having a good day. My chronic illnesses had been giving me a lot of trouble, but I felt a lot better today. I got a lot of work done, and one of my classes was cancelled, which helped. By the end of the day, though, I was pretty worn out again, which frustrated me. My brain fog was causing a ton of trouble, and I was fighting to be able to stay awake and aware and present.
May 12th, 2017, Twenty-Three Years Old
I was suffering from pretty severe cabin fever, having been mostly bedridden for not quite a year due to my chronic illnesses. It made me really frustrated, how limited my body had become. Luckily, I was able to go see Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2 with my brother. I also, in the glory of my brain fog, set a tea bag on fire. I was making coriander tea to help my IC pain, but I forgot that I was making it, and the water all boiled away, leaving the tea bag to burn. That happened a few times during my post-Bachelor's pre-Mayo Clinic period. The rest of the day, I wrote more chapters of my fanfic (which really helped me get through that period) and realized I needed to rework some previous chapters.
That brings us to today. :)
For future posts, please let me know: Should I set a cut-off period for these posts? Maybe stop with 2014, when I was twenty? I just don't want to overwhelm with too much info, and since my book audience is younger, perhaps it would be better to focus on my younger years. Let me know, and I will be back next week with an updated list of my most-read authors!
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