This is why I wasn't deep as a 13 year old

This Day in the Life of Marie begins with me cleaning my room. I’ve discovered that if you clean your room it looks really nice and you can remember where things go. I typically try and go through old magazines or old school stuff every few months. For some reason, I thought it would benefit me greatly to hold on to every single piece of work from kindergarten through junior year of high school—because everyone knows you don’t do anything your senior year, or at least I didn’t. A few months ago I realized a college student wouldn’t need basic math worksheets with Mickey Mouse on them from when I was 5. Who knew? This began a long cleaning spree that took weeks to throw away all the useless hoarder junk I had. 

That was sometime back in November and last week I decided it was time to clean again. Apparently something compelled me in my first huge haul to hold on to a notebook from when I was in 8^th grade. I obviously thought it contained my deepest darkest secrets because that would be the only reason to hold on to any evidence I was ever in middle school. Turns out this notebook was one of those required journals we had to keep with assigned topics for each entry. 

Silly me thought that I would have written something of meaning and depth. Nope. Not even close. The entries I found are vapid and blunt with no enthusiasm or need to express anything. I’m not surprised; they were assigned and probably had a 100 word minimum per entry. To an 8^th grader, that seems like the longest assignment ever. But they gave me a good laugh so here are some of my favorites. You get a treat because you get to see un-excited 13 year old Marie:

October 20, 2005
Journal 1

“A funny thing happened to me on the way to…”

My mother knocked on my door to get my dirty clothes. I told her to come in even though I was on my way to the kitchen. When I came back my room was clean and we were having company over. My mother told me not to mess up my room anymore. So I tried my hardest not to.

Then, I ran in my room to relax. I did the dumbest thing I could have. I ran in to my room and jumped up and missed my bed and fell on the ground. I laughed so hard. My mom still won’t let me live that down.

November 1, 2005
Journal 8

“Create your ideal place.”

Imagine a big Barbie Dream House, except not pink. I would have cute guards guarding my house and big pool. Inside each room there would be a container for those green mints by Icebreaker. To…”

December, 2005
Journal 19

“Valentine’s Day”

This holiday is when couples express their infatuation for each other. They buy little Hallmark products such as notes and balloons. I personally thing this is a pointless holiday. It is just another excuse to buy things that you can buy any other time. However, I still buy cute little Valentines and pass them out.

Later in December, 2005
Journal 20

“What do you do on a rainy day?”

I love the rain.

Apparently that was enough description and I cut myself off. Please note that I have not changed anything in any of those entries. That is word for word what I wrote. Glad to know I’ve always been a writer. It should also be noted that these notebooks were given to us. They were leftover from other students, or something. Luckily, mine was from Yu-Gi-Oh! so despite the green lame quote we had to have on the front, it had some character.  

I’m a proponent in somehow eliminating middle school all together. I may write about that some time in the future because middle school is just an evil and wicked place. But for now, you can rest knowing that some of us tried to rebel any way we could. Mine just happened to be by acting like a complete shallow idiot, but I guess anything works.