Jamie likes Steve. That’s something we have in common.

I’m confused. Ana didn’t know who Steve is. She is in love big time. She’s making me be the writer for her notes. Now Peter thinks I like him. Ana says I have the neatest handwriting in the whole fifth grade. Is it true? Does Steve know?

I'm sure that Steve realized that my handwriting was in fact the neatest of everyone in the entire fifth grade.

I’m sure that Steve realized that my handwriting was in fact the neatest of everyone in the entire fifth grade.

Jamie likes Steve. That’s something we have in common. Does Steve like me? He’s been on my mind all weekend. Steve is one of the only boys in the fifth grade that doesn’t like somebody. Maybe he doesn’t like someone or likes someone but doesn’t tell anyone.

For the Barnyard Boogie I was with Brendan. What is it, fate?

Steve is cute. I think. I’m not sure. Nobody else thinks so. I do not know why I’m attracted to him. He likes me. I think. Larearta says so. On the dusk hike I caught him looking at me. I was laughing. I wonder what was going through his brain. If Steve likes me does Tim know?

Am I pretty?

Is it wrong to like Adrien too? Adrien’s smart. I guess Steve got two B’s and two C’s. I’m not sure. He could have gotten straight F’s or A’s. Not that I want a roket sciencetist, but I want at least one B.

Yes, I just misspelled "rocket" and "scientist" while weighing the importance of my crush's intelligence.

Yes, I just misspelled “rocket” and “scientist” while weighing the importance of my crush’s intelligence.

During Outdoor Ed I was always with Brendan. On the trust walk I was with Shawn. In boy-girl circles I was with Brendan. For the Barnyard Boogie I was with Brendan. What is it, fate? Brendan’s going with Liz, so how come I’m stuck with him?

Outdoor Ed was a week-long overnight camp for 5th graders.  The trust walk is where one person is blind folded and you have to hold hands with your partner--a big deal for a young girl!

Outdoor Ed was a week-long overnight camp for 5th graders. The trust walk is where one person is blind folded and you have to hold hands with your partner–a big deal for a young girl!

I’m growing up. I can feel it. Am I pretty? Nanet and Tasha seemed to think so. I don’t know. I’m confused. Next year I’ll be in sixth grade at Pleasanton Middle School. What if I don’t get good grades? What if I have no friends? What if no boys ask me to the dances? I wish Christina was going to P.M.S.

Seriously, the acronym for my middle school was "P.M.S."

Seriously, the acronym for my middle school was “P.M.S.”

The Diary Project

Last August I got it into my head that it would be a good idea to release my series of thirteen (thirteen!) journals as a blog exactly eighteen years later. Uncensored.

Since then, I’ve gone every which way on the question, “Is this a good idea?”

After much deliberation, I decided to change the names of my compatriots and leave everything else UNCENSORED.

Now, I ask you, as I begin to release these journals…