It's time for a new "on this day in my history," where I paraphrase my diary entries from across the years on this day, September 7. It provides a bit of a glimpse into my life--and after all, this is what diaries are for. 😉 The last installment, for January 26, can be found here, Let's see what I've been up to on September 7! The first entry I have for this day is from 2007.
September 7, 2007, Thirteen Years Old
Before school, one of my friends had fun winding me up by talking about how attractive she found my crush's legs. (She liked to cause drama.) In social studies, we did some busy work with posters, and we got a new seating chart. A guy who kept getting in trouble for talking was put next to me, which I didn't think was the smartest idea, since the two of us got along well. (It wasn't going to get him to stop talking.) In my forever-terrible GATE class, I couldn't participate in a caffeine-related experiment because of my religious beliefs. The teacher then pressured me to perform a song I was writing, which made me want to stop writing the song entirely. I worried some about seating in orchestra and which of us was the best cellist. I actually enjoyed Ultimate Frisbee in P.E. We talked about the metric system in science class, and the New Zealander exchange student made fun of us for being confused. I had a hard time with a math test..
September 7, 2008, Fourteen Years Old
It was a typical Sunday, with me at church. A couple of guys my age had a pencil fight, and the young women talked about inner beauty. At home, I mostly read earlier diary entries.
September 7, 2009, Fifteen Years Old
It was Labor Day, and I mostly worked on homework. I also spent some time listening to music and hanging out on Facebook.
September 7, 2010, Sixteen Years Old
I was in the midst of trying to figure out what my fibromyalgia was. Unsurprisingly, I was tired. I was also thinking a lot about the concept of optimism. I dozed off during my early morning church class. We had a quiz in trigonometry, and then I worked on homework. In AP Language, we were in the library, and I mostly did my homework and played around online. Choir was normal. In government class, we had an unexpected quiz, then a fire drill, and then a group project, which drove me crazy because I like being in control of my schoolwork. After school, I got my blood drawn for medical tests, and then I struggled with my grades and homework.
September 7, 2011, Seventeen Years Old
We talked about Enoch in the early morning church class, while my best friend and I drew comics. I hung out with friends in the library before school, and then I had a free period, so I helped out a guy from church with his AP Psych neuron model before doing some of my own homework. The guy returned and shook my hand while informing a nearby guy that I was "incredible." Then in one of my English electives, we had a vocabulary test, after which I did more homework. I practiced a vocal solo during lunch and had a typical choir rehearsal. After school, I got my retainer adjusted, did more homework, and practiced cello.
September 7, 2012, Eighteen Years Old
I'd recently started college at Adams State and was having a hard time sleeping without a cat. I had a lesson on Medieval music in my music appreciation class and a music transcription project in my music tech class. Then I spent some time being disgusted by my roommate's lack of cleanliness before choir. After choir, I did some homework and worked on trying to change rooms. Then I read books and talked to my mom and my writing friends for the rest of the evening.
September 7, 2013, Nineteen Years Old
I was now at home waiting for my transfer to BYU-Idaho. I was fostering a little orange darling named Oliver who was going back to the shelter soon, one of my high school math teachers had recently died of cancer, and my grandmother had just died on the 6th, so I was very fragile. I ended up having a bit of a hysterical fit, but my mom calmed me down. Then I rearranged my room so that I'd feel like I'd accomplished something.
September 7, 2014, Twenty Years Old
It was a Sunday, a few days before I was going back to college, but I didn't go to church because my fibromyalgia was flaring up. I thought maybe I had caught some other kind of bug. I worked on this blog, and that was pretty much it.
September 7, 2015, Twenty-One Years Old
I mostly read books and packed for school. I was very emotional because this was my last year of college and I wasn't sure what I was going to do next. (The answer turned out to be: completely collapse into a health crisis.)
No September 7 entry in 2016 because of health issues.
September 7, 2017, Twenty-Three Years Old
I was struggling with having gotten kicked off my friend's family's Netflix account for good (which was fair; it's just that I'd been relying on Netflix throughout the health crisis since I couldn't do much else). I was also having a fair amount of interstitial cystitis-related pain. I spent my time reading and editing blog posts, but I could only handle so much of that before my brain gave out and I had to take a nap.
September 7, 2018, Twenty-Four Years Old
I was taking my last grad school class before quitting the degree (I already knew that I would be quitting). I had an assignment to check out different information resources by asking a question. I decided to ask about motivating myself, because I was having trouble (and still am having trouble, TBH) making any progress with my #OCDStory edits. I got some good advice, which I really need to start following again..
There we have it! Thanks for reading, and I'll be back next week with some more books that I liked despite my expectations.
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