We would keep it for about a week before passing it on to the next person. Inside it are anecdotes from the halls of KJH, lots of talk about The Sims, a list of people we hate and regular updates on everyone's crushes.
I thought about sharing an excerpt here in a 'From the Archives' post, but it just didn't feel right. 'The Journ', as we called it, is sacred. Its hallowed pages contain rare, raw insight into the mind of a middle school girl. To share it here would be to betray my 14-year-old self. I just can't do it.
Plus, someone wrote and then highlighted in pink highlighter, "From now on, NO Arrowheadian boys can read this—we can't trust them!"
On the slim chance that an Arrowheadian boy reads my blog (Arrowheadian being our term for people who went to Arrowhead Elementary School), it seems I must honor The Journ's code of secrecy.
The good news is that I also found a poem I wrote around the same time. I read it and was AMAZED at how good it is.
Of course, it's actually terrible. But it's not that terrible. It's far less terrible that I would have expected. If I sat down to write a poem today, I sincerely doubt I'd be able to match it.
Let this be a lesson to us all: there are certain skills we never progress in beyond a junior high level. For most of us, poetry is among them.
Others include:
- Choreographing group dances
- Cursive (fun fact: Brits aren't familiar with the term "cursive". They call it "joined-up writing")
- Summoning the dead via a Ouija board
TGIF tomorrow,
Margaret
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