Hello, and welcome back to On This Day in My History! We'll take a journey through my diaries to see what was happening in my life on September the 20th through the years. Enjoy!
No September 20th entry in 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, or 2004.
September 20th, 2005, Eleven Years Old (Sixth Grade)
There was a very beautiful sunrise, which I described in detail in my diary. I was annoyed at a girl in choir, decided P.E. was okay when we were doing dance, and hated social studies and math. At lunch, I talked to the abovementioned girl, who wanted to join my friend group, about how we didn't really want her around all the time, and was confused when she decided that meant she and I were no longer friends. At a later recess, one of my other friends told us about her shocking escapades with a boy a year older than us.
No September 20th entry in 2006.
September 20th, 2007, Thirteen Years Old (Eighth Grade)
The power went out in the morning, so I had to get up for school in the dark with a thunderstorm outside. I watched my crush a lot on the bus and felt nervous about the high schoolers who rode with us. In social studies, we had an intense discussion about cliques, and I tried to figure out my crush's class schedule. I struggled through my gifted and talented class with a teacher who had made me cry just a couple days ago. A popular girl took some pictures of me for an ad campaign she was doing for the class. After orchestra, I complained in my journal about not understanding the point of vibrato. In P.E., we had a boring game of dodgeball, and there was a lockdown drill during science class that ended with the secretary laughing over the intercom, "Elvis has left the building." At home, I had an argument with my parents about my wee bit of an obsession with my crush, whom they did not like.
September 20th, 2008, Fourteen Years Old (Ninth Grade)
It was a Saturday, and I bought some new music on iTunes that I really liked, including a new Jonas Brothers album.
September 20th, 2009, Fifteen Years Old (Tenth Grade)
I was sick today--sore throat, aching chest, trouble breathing--so I stayed home from church and worried about how I'd gained four pounds. Later in the day, the friend who had shocking escapades in sixth grade came by to apologize for an argument we were having about her dating an eighteen-year-old. ...Yeah.
September 20th, 2010, Sixteen Years Old (Eleventh Grade)
Today was Superhero Day for Spirit Week, and I was sad about how few people dressed up. In my child development class, we made pretzels with the next door baking class because children are in desperate need of that. Biology was a big discussion on science and morality and how humans are just animals, which provoked a lot of upset. I grumpily helped my friend edit an essay during lunch. My other classes were the usual. On the bus home, I planned for Homecoming, and then me and my brothers went to get our flu shots. The doctor, while we were there, talked about trying some homeopathic treatment for what would soon be diagnosed as fibromyalgia. Then I had a cello lesson with a new teacher, again, and I was intimidated but thought I might like her.
September 20th, 2011, Seventeen Years Old (Twelfth Grade)
I had a really weird dream about getting married to some Spanish mafia prince who I didn't even know, with no idea how this had happened. Except then he was Peeta from The Hunger Games. In my before-school church-sponsored religion class, we talked about Sodom and Gomorrah. My partner in debate class had lost the document with our rebuttal, so she ditched class. I pretended to pay attention to the other debates while actually editing #ChosenFourStory4.
In orchestra, there was a lot of drama. The teacher decided we all needed to practice for All State auditions, which made me very grumpy, and then I started crying, so he decided to let us all work on our own for a while, at which point I started yelling at my standpartner, who patted my back and said "hoosh" until I calmed down. Then another cellist came over and my standpartner started going on about how we should go to Homecoming together, so the other guy kind of sort of asked me to go with him, and I was really confused and freaked out about what was happening. and then my standpartner informed me that the other guy had "a thing" for me, and the other guy admitted it was true, and it was all very awkward, especially since I actually had a crush on my standpartner. 🤷🏻♀️ I spent the rest of the day trying to decide if I should go to Homecoming with the other cellist, who was a nice guy, really. (I desperately wanted to go on a date with someone, but... I didn't feel like this was a good idea.)
After orchestra was AP Lit, where we talked about Hamlet. Then there was a fire drill, and the teacher had to work out protocol with me because of the issues my fibromyalgia caused. After school, a friend told me my standpartner had a Homecoming date, and I cried and wrote in my diary about how stupid I was for falling for someone I knew I wasn't "good enough" for. What a day, y'all.
September 20th, 2012, Eighteen Years Old (Freshman Year)
My classes were pretty boring today. In English class, I wrote an essay while mentally grumping about how stupid it was that I had to take this basic class when I had gotten A's in two AP Englishes. I went to dinner with some older girls from the music department, who decided to teach me how to flirt because they were convinced I needed to date one of my guy friends. Then I did some church stuff. Then I hung out with some of the guys from my friend group, and I ended up staying up really late with them playing board games and walking around campus.
September 20th, 2013, Nineteen Years Old (Pre-Sophomore Year)
I was waiting for my transfer to BYU - Idaho, and. I was busy having an agoraphobic breakdown in the wake of a sexual harassment incident. I read a lot. Then a woman from church came to get me for our "Get Kira to Start Leaving the House Again" campaign, and we went to a local production of Arsenic and Old Lace. My best friend LaPriel was there, which was the only reason I agreed to go. The play was decent. I did okay with being outside the house, and I ate my first burger in months at McDonald's, but then afterwards, I got really sad again.
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