My sweet youth

Okay, so I've been pretty much laughing my guts out (is that even possible?) while reading my old elementary school journals. An old teacher gave these to me 2 years ago, after running into me at the store that I worked. She came back a day later, with my journals from 3rd grade. She said she kept them because she thought they were so funny and that I might want them someday. She was right.

February 23, 1996
Yesterday was fun! Haylee, Crista, Liberty, and I all went to Lakeridge Junior High and ran around the halls. The funnest part was when we went into the bathrooms and stuffed our shirts with toilet paper and walked around the school. We tied up our shirts so that our belly showed! It was so funny! Some people even thought we were 7th graders! We were acting just like a 7th grader would! [I hate to imagine what we normally acted like if the goal was to behave exactly like obnoxious 7th graders]

April 15, 1996
On Friday I had a soccer game. We won 4 to 1. It was freezing cold. I was like totally ripping on the ref. He sucked dang bad. The other team was cussing at us. It was funny.

April 22, 1996
Yesterday I went to the nursing home to do the sacrament meeting. It was weird. So many old dudes. They kept asking me if any of the deacons were my boyfriend. Of course I said no way. Who wants a boyfriend when they're 11 years old? Besides a couple girls of course.

August 30, 1995
Have you ever noticed someone's eyes? I have. The thing is that, everybody's eyes are different! There are all kinds of sizes. I have very big eyes. Haylee has quite small. She is my friend. She has hazle eyes. Hazle is blue and brown mixed. Mine are just blue. But I like that just fine. One time my friend went out into an orchard. She has really bad hayfever. Well anyway after she came out of the weeds her pupils were covered by the white stuff in your eyes. She looked like an alien.

September 24, 1995
Once upon a time there was a nice little girl who was nice to everybody and she always got straight A's, but one day she was doing her book report. She asked, "Dear Mrs. Sibley, I will not be here so may I turn it in late?" but all Mrs. Sibley said was, "No! I hate you! You are the worst studen I ever had! You only get half-credit! Then you will have an F-!" Now, this little girl got so upset, she burned down the school! It wasn't so bad except that her friend was going on the same trip and she could turn it in late. This is what Mrs. Sibley said to her friend, "You are so wonderful! Praise to you!" That was what made this nice little girl crack! She got very very mean! She killed Mrs. Sibley! So teachers, be fair. Or else.
The End

And lastly, I'd like to share exerpts from a letter my best friend, Haylee, wrote to our 3rd grade teacher. It just makes me laugh.

Dear Mrs. Sorenson,
I think you're a good teacher, but I hate this seating arrangement. You should let us choose where we get to sit, or at least give us a chance.
Anyway about me. I'm the only girl of three boys....

It sort of sounds like what Nacho Libre says to Lady Encarnacion. The really funny thing about the entire journal though, is that nearly every page makes complaints about the seating arrangement. I can't imagine where we were all sitting, but apparently it was unsuitable.