growing pains

"i hope she isn't bulimic though, because i think she's really nice and bulimia is retarded." direct quote from the journal of a 13 year old amy.**

so i'm at home in AZ for the break between terms and i was amusing myself by reading the journals i kept from 1999-2006. seriously. i was laughing out loud. the first entry in my journal when i was in 5th grade consisted of me describing which gel pens i liked and why ("i like the silver one because it looks pretty"...yeah). it was mostly just so funny/embarrassing to read how dramatic and typically adolescent i was (not that i'm a fully matured woman of grand experience or anything, but i'd like to think i've made some progress since the gel pens), and how i thought i was never going to survive ____________ (insert: middle school, junior high, high school), make new friends, or legitimately need a bra.

it made me think back to this history class i took where we studied society/ culture during the early modern period, and a lot of the primary sources we used were ordinary peoples' journals from that time. and then i laughed even more, because i seriously pity any historian 200 years from now that stumbles upon my little composition notebooks and tries to extract historical conjectures about life during my oh-so-turbulent teens. between gel pens, 13 year old's philosophies on eating disorders, and all the drama of high school and heartbreak, all i can say is: eat your hearts out, future historians.


**please note: i'm not making fun of bulimia, or people who suffer from it. i'm making fun of my 13 year old self and my really ridiculous ideas about life.