Jamie will never be my friend. I have never made the first move. Maybe I could invite her over. Nah! Face it, Jennifer. You’ll never make the first move! Now I’m talking dates. I could never go up to a guy and say ‘I like you.’ Impossible. I couldn’t do that. Oh well.
Hard to believe that 18 years later I would walk into a bar and make new friends.
I am nervous about going to Pleasanton Middle School next year. Well maybe nervous is an understatement. Carol is taking me and a friend to find our classes.
Carol was my babysitter (yes a babysitter had a babysitter!); Pleasanton Middle School (PMS) was huge!
This summer so much is happening to me. I’m turning 11. I’m a babysitter. I’m a flutist. I’m a 6th grader. I’m going into a middle school. I’m growing up. There seems to be no end to the changes that are happening to me.
I’d like to point out that one of those changes was that on this day I decided to adopt the practice of dotting my i’s with hearts. AWESOME.
I just had the perfect day. I got a Gunimehardt flute from the House of Woodwinds. It is so (I mean so) much easier to play. I just returned from my third baby-sitting job for the Friedmans. It was a piece of cake. Like all the others. I haven’t given much thought to Steve. I guess he was just a fantasy. Now I’m open to guys. Ana taught me how to put my bangs up. I guess I look better.
You know, the early 90’s style where you make your bangs resemble a tidal wave? That’s what I’m talking about here…
I’m not so flat-chested anymore. Maybe I’m imagining it but I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll wear a bra by September. On the eighth school starts. The day before yesterday my sweater from Hanna’s came. It is pretty.
I bet it looked something like this.
I’m excited for sixth grade.
Little did I know…
When I have my Senior Prom I’ll wear a turquoise taffeta dress that is tight til the waste. Diamond earrings will hang in my ears. Light makeup will cover my face. My hair swept away from my face with a combs. It will hang down in long curls. I will be the center of attention.
Taffeta dress tight to the waist? check (sorta). Combs? check. Long curls? D’oh!! I shouldn’t have cut my hair off!! Center of attention? nah.
Oh, God! Will I always remain flat-chested? I guess not. It seems that way. I mean look at Carolyn, Alex, Sunny, Leah, Christy, and Becky. Then look at me!!!
Back then I don’t think I saw faces…only boobs.
If I don’t wear a bra by the end of the summer, I’m going to be the laughingstock of the entire sixth grade. Oh, I don’t know.
Note the scribbles! If only I had done a better job to insure that 28-year-old-me wouldn’t publish it on the internet.
At least the second day of summer vacation was 81.
I wonder if Steve ever thinks about me. Or am I just another dope that wound up in his trail group? Maybe he does like me. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he used to but doesn’t anymore. Or maybe…
Maybe I’ll stuff a bra if I don’t wear one. Maybe not. I just hope on a stack of Holy Bibles that I’m popular next year. I’ll meet a best friend. She’ll be just like Laura was.
The first day of summer vacation and it rained! TaiHee is in my swim class. So far it’s easy. It didn’t rain in the pool when I was in it. I wish it had. Today I was bored to death.
Today, 11-year-old me, you’re boring me to death.
We need to plan the party soon. It’s set fo August, but Kelly’s goin’ away, and my birthday’s in August. Oh, well. Maybe we’ll have to plan the party around my party instead of me planning my party around our party.
I AM A SIXTH GRADER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not believe it. I am growing up. Worse yet, I don’t know if I like it.
Going to PMS is going to be hard. The PMS campus is so big it’s like the sky.
Seriously, the acronym for my middle school was “P.M.S.”
It seems to never end. Oh, well. I didn’t win the fifth grade story contest. Continue Reading
Tonight we had our girl scout final ceromony. I got tons of badges and patches.
I still have my Junior Girl Scout sash and vest–loaded with badges. I wear it sometimes for Halloween when I’m a zombie Girl Scout.
