Another entry from my sixth grade diary (with footnotes!)

Here is another entry from the diary I kept when I was eleven, with footnotes of my commentary today.  If you’d like, you can read an earlier entry from my diary to get some context, although this will probably only make you proud of what a cool 6th grader you were.  Ugh…oh my god, like, whatever!

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An entry from my sixth grade diary (with footnotes!)

Here is an entry from the diary I kept when I was eleven, with footnotes of my commentary today. I got this idea from Paul Feig, who created Freaks and Geeks and writes hilarious books that everyone should read. Anyway, my diary! Some background: I’m a dumb 6th grader.

Date: 12-9-00

I’ve made up with my mom. But I’m still a little mad. And frustrated. I am also not happy with Abbey! She is MEAN!

I’m trying to invite Beth over.  I wish I could spend (or go over) the night at her house.[1] My mom’s mad that I want to get together with Beth.[2] Wait![3] I just thought of something! What if, all the sudden my mom dies! Oh no! OK I will never be mad at my mom or dad again…[4]

-Madeline


[1] Didn’t really spend enough time working on the parallelism of that sentence. I hate it when drama affects my grammar!

[2] I don’t remember which friend named Beth I was talking about, much less why my mom was “mad” that I wanted to get together with her. I suspect that my mom was mad that I refused to clean my room and that was why I couldn’t go out, but that didn’t sound dramatic enough for a diary. Hence the change to make it sound like my mom had some sort of personal problem with Beth, i.e. there was actual drama in my life that didn’t revolve around cleaning my room.

[3] EVEN. IF. my diary was a living thing listening to me, what am I telling it to wait for? Like we’re solving a crime or something?

[4] Guess if I made good on THAT promise.


His name was Ned the Knight

In middle school I thought our mascot was incredibly lame.

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Nice to know that even back then I had a good head on my shoulders.