Confessions from My Grade 8 Diary

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My diary from grade 8.  I bought it from a Scholastic Book Fair at my school.

 

After watching the documentary Mortified Nation on Netflix, I had to go find my grade 8 diary.

“Part documentary, part concert film, Mortified Nation captures adults sharing their most embarrassing childhood writings on stage and chronicles how the simple act of exposing one’s private past can inspire an entire nation to “share the shame.”

Instead of reading diary entries on stage for an audience of total strangers, why not write a blog post with them!

 


 

Wednesday, March 3, 1993

At school it wasn’t that bad (for once).  Went to the gym at noon with Daniel and the girls trying to line dance for the next assembly.  It was funny.  Wore red eraser today.  Everyone liked it.  Ski trip to Biwabic tomorrow.  I have everything packed from candy to clothes.  I am wearing my sunglasses, headband, red eraser, red turtleneck, Dad’s blue sweatpants, and Mom’s pullover jacket.  My buddy is Brooke for skiing.  Tiffany leaves for Arizona on Saturday.

Since when was it a thing to wear your parents clothes?!  Does anyone else remember this?  I need to Google “Red Eraser”…

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Now I remember what Red Eraser was!  But really, Red Eraser and 1991 described as “vintage,” come on…

 


Thursday, April 22, 1993

NEWSFLASH!  Dumped!  Heather was by Jeremy after 1 hr they went out.  Tori dumped Ronnie.  BIG mistake!  We got our class pictures back and all I can say is “O Lord.”  There are boxes and boxes of stuff for our garage sale.  Me and Jennifer biked to school.  Played baseball. FUN! Sat. is going to be fun! Car wash, B.B.Q. garage sale, penny table, selling time capsule envelopes just for raising money for our Winnipeg trip.

Oh, the heartache…breaking up after a whole hour!  It really makes a person wonder what could have happened in that 60 minutes to end the relationship.  And for someone who didn’t have a boyfriend in elementary school, I sure knew what was happening in the love lives of others.



Monday, May 10, 1993

Today was Uncle Kelly’s birthday…I hope he got my card.  Today was in the 60’s (not too bad).  School was quite normal other words boring.  We signed up for the Track Meet.  I’m in discus maybe shot put.  I wore my tie today everyone liked it.  William mowed the lawn tonight so he gets $20.  I’d rather watch T.V.  Good exercise but not on my back and in 90 C weather.  Jennifer is paying Shawn to be nice.  God she’s going to be broke in high school.

Oh man, I remember wearing ties.  Not good.  This would be why I didn’t have a boyfriend in elementary school.


Tuesday, May 25, 1993

This morning the weather was so warm & sunny…this afternoon a rainstorm.  Baseball was almost cancelled we lost vs Expos 1-5. (Luck!)  The dance Friday is cancelled not enough people are going.  But we are having the photo booth Friday at recess.  I think I’m liking…oh no…another to the list…

Another to add to the list!  Why did I keep a list of boys I liked?  This is mortifying.  What purpose would a list serve?

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To decipher the code above, I drew a picture of a baseball diamond.  (I played a lot of baseball at school and was in a rec. league.)  In my drawing, I was showing that I liked the boy who played first base.  Since I have no idea who that was, my coding system did indeed keep my secrets!

Also, the eight ball?  I don’t even know what that is.  I think it has something to do with a clothing brand.  Maybe he wore it?



Thursday, June 3, 1993 (Last day of my grade 8 grad trip to Winnipeg)

Today we woke up at 6:00 and swam till 7:30 a.m.  We left early and checked out.  We had breakfast in McDonald’s.  I had a danish.  We went shopping in Polo Park.  I bought a white Club Monaco, a black Club Monaco, purple Bongo jeans.  We had a nice lunch on the river rouge cruise for about 3 hours.  Then we went shopping in St. Vital.  I bought a striped E.N.U.F. shirt and shorts, blue button fly jeans, earrings.  We had a big supper in Red Lobster.  We got home at 12:30 a.m.

Club Monaco sweatshirts and coloured jeans, maybe I did have some fashion sense after all! There was hope for me.


 

You’ll notice that fashion was a very important thing to me back in the day, and apparently I was boy obsessed (which is quite embarrassing).  I do have to say, I did very well in the end.  My husband is incredible.

I loved shopping for clothes.  Growing up in a small town, the closest mall to us was a 3 ½ hour drive to Winnipeg, Manitoba.  So when my family made a trip into the city for a weekend, I was ready to shop!

Mondetta sweatshirts, white Guess jeans with a triangle on the back pocket, Body Shop anything, Ked shoes, Northern Reflection sweatshirts, Cotton Ginny…

I would save my money for these shopping sprees.  I had started my first job in grade 8, working after school at the public library in town.  It was pretty exciting to be 13 and to get regular paychecks.  I was proud to be able to pay for my clothes myself, which is probably why I wrote about clothes so much in my diary entries.

Anyways, if you kept a diary, go dig it out!  Get to know who you used to be and what mattered to you. It might surprise you.

And if you haven’t seen Mortified Nation, I’d recommend it.  It’s like watching a stand-up comedy show that will remind you of your own awkward teen years.  Enjoy!