A had a (bad?) habit as a kid of taking words I'd heard adults say but didn't know the meaning of and then using them, wrongly. Especially words that sounded important, I'd co-opt for my own dramatic purposes. This blog gets its name from a classic example - I'd heard the word SIN in church a lot and thus proclaimed that "Sin is Great."
In this entry from 3rd grade, we see I'd recently been exposed to the word "framed," which I sensed was something bad but otherwise didn't understand. You can actually see I was self conscious about not knowing the meaning since I first wrote down "Dear Diary, I was framed today at school." But then I vigorously erased that and wrote instead "I think I was framed today at school."
In other news, _____________ is so cute, nice, sexy, gets good grades.
Showing posts with label 3rd grade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3rd grade. Show all posts
Friday, February 11, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Shes Just Jelous
Translated (with spelling corrections):
Leftover from previous page – “I hate patterned underwear but my….
…. favorite kind of underwear is Hanes Her Way. I always like to play keep-away with the boys during recess. I have ugly buck teeth. I am wearing perfume to the Christmas pageant. __________ is a reader. All the boys like ________________. ________________ calls her a lot and wants to go in to the corner and kiss her. Even make out with her. But _____________ likes (boy 1), (boy 2), and (boy 3). _______________ is jealous ____________’s singing voice she says it sucks but she’s just jealous <3. I still have and sleep with a teddy bear. I will have to talk to ______________ about what she said to ___________ it was mean. I hate challenge. I can’t wait for Christmas. _____________’s dad is strict but funny. I used to think I read well until _______________ said she read the Witch of Blackbird Pond. Oh well I really don’t care as long as I am alive. <3
Monday, January 10, 2011
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The Class Was Bad
Sometimes I can't figure out what my little brain was thinking. Mr. Campaign was our school headmaster, Mrs. Markwell was my 3rd grade teacher. Seeing as I wasn't even there that day, I don't know where I got this story from.
Other than that, I'm impressed I spelled "temperature" correctly, and not surprised I spelled "gone" as "goon."
Other than that, I'm impressed I spelled "temperature" correctly, and not surprised I spelled "gone" as "goon."
Friday, December 17, 2010
What A Bad Day
I still leave letters off of words all the time, I think because my brain moves faster than I can write by hand.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sept 9, 1991
Dear Diary,
Today was ok. My lunch was good I failed in math. and no marbles. I got constipated. We got book orders. My moms getting her hair cut. She will look bad. My room got cleaned.
Love,
Annika
I LOVE DANNY
Today was ok. My lunch was good I failed in math. and no marbles. I got constipated. We got book orders. My moms getting her hair cut. She will look bad. My room got cleaned.
Love,
Annika
I LOVE DANNY
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Discusting
Why does "boring" get a capital B? Why was I so negative about our dog going to the groomer? Why did I feel these revelations were so personal that I could share them with nobody?
Like last time, I had crossed out Kyle and written in Danny's name. I think when my affections changed I went through and updated all past entries.
The bully thing is interesting now that bullying has become such an issue, especially of LGBT kids, of which I guess I was one, though I didn't identify as when I was that young.
I don't remember being horribly bullied as a kid, more just picked on for being awkward or ugly, but no more than any other kid. The first time the sexual thing donned on me was in 5th grade on our class retreat, this girl in our cabin decided we needed a name for our cabin and should be called "Boy Crazy" but then pronounced "If that's our name, then Annika doesn't belong." I felt weird because I liked boys at that point but wasn't crazy vocal about it. In retrospect she probably picked up on something that even I wasn't aware of. I was way more interested in our pretty 12th grade counselor who introduced us to the song "Mr Jones."
Like last time, I had crossed out Kyle and written in Danny's name. I think when my affections changed I went through and updated all past entries.
The bully thing is interesting now that bullying has become such an issue, especially of LGBT kids, of which I guess I was one, though I didn't identify as when I was that young.
I don't remember being horribly bullied as a kid, more just picked on for being awkward or ugly, but no more than any other kid. The first time the sexual thing donned on me was in 5th grade on our class retreat, this girl in our cabin decided we needed a name for our cabin and should be called "Boy Crazy" but then pronounced "If that's our name, then Annika doesn't belong." I felt weird because I liked boys at that point but wasn't crazy vocal about it. In retrospect she probably picked up on something that even I wasn't aware of. I was way more interested in our pretty 12th grade counselor who introduced us to the song "Mr Jones."
8 Is Such a Hard Age.
Seriously guys, I donn even want to tell you about it.
Underneath Danny's name I had written but then erased "Kyle" who was my big crush the year before. 8 year old love is fickle.
March 8th, 1992. Sin Is Great.
I took religion very seriously as a child. At St. Margaret's Episcopal School we went to chapel every morning before class and I listened closely except for when I got bored and then I'd play the alphabet game or make up sex stories in my head. They talked a lot about sin in chapel and church on Sundays and I figured if the priest is saying it, it must be good and Bible approved. I had a Deep Thought about this and wrote it down in my diary. This is what it said:
Danny was my major childhood crush and factors heavily into my grade school diaries. Even if I'm having deep thoughts about God it still has to end with dramatic proclamations of love. I was just that kind of girl.
Danny was my major childhood crush and factors heavily into my grade school diaries. Even if I'm having deep thoughts about God it still has to end with dramatic proclamations of love. I was just that kind of girl.
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