I have a terrible memory. Luckily, I had enough foresight to keep a diary for the worst years of every girl’s life: 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. I’m home this week and thought I might share some of the best entries.
June 3, 1996
Hi. My name is Sarah and this is my journal. It’s going to be a “whenever I want to write” journal, not a stressful daily ordeal. Right now I am in the middle of some really stupid HW and I needed a break. So let me start by telling you some secrets.
[Boy Name]. I think he is (so) hot. I also think [Another Boy] is hot, but [Girl] flirts like heck with him so I guess he’s hers. I also like [Boy Three], [Boy Four] and [Boy Five] (he’s okay). I hate [Boy Five]. He’s an ass (hole).
Well I better do my HW since I want to watch TV at 8:00 and it’s 7:30 right now. Talk to ya later! Chow!