november 26, 1983

i’ve been keeping a journal forever it seems. i have just about my entire life all mapped out in various books – my elementary years, my middle school and high school years, tales of boyfriends, the college days, mama experiences… all of it. i have formal journals, binder notebooks filled with lined paper that i hole-punched and locked up with mini padlocks, spiral notebooks… just books and books of thoughts, feelings, and life stories.

i got my very first diary when i was 10 years old and that sucka came with a key!! oh joy!! i thought it was the coolest thing ever. i could write whatever i wanted and then lock up my thoughts in my very own book.

so what the heck was mama jotting down waaaaaaaaaaay back in ’83? well, let’s take a looksy:

November 26, 1983

Dear Diary,

Today we are going to a parade. I hope we have fun. And tommorrow at about 5:00 we are going home.

so i wasn’t much of a speller and my thoughts were kinda brief, but hey, i sealed that date and marked its history forever. i had spent thanksgiving with my best friend and her family down in good ol’ sumter, south carolina and we were going to a parade. woowee!! nothing like a good ol’ thanksgiving parade.

anyway, november 2, 1983 had a far more interesting entry.

Dear Diary,

Today we are about to have music. Harold is talking. Right now Lamont is acting crazy and the teacher is getting mad. Rachel is rolling her eyes. I know she is not rolling her eyes at me because I will KICK HER BUT.

again, not much of a speller, but can’t you see why i went onto to a career in journalism? you see all that in-classroom reporting going on? and honey,ย can you tell that theย mama is not one to mess with? oh, i was one tough cookie, baby.

what i wish you could really see (and you would if i had a scanner) is the picture i drew of me kicking rachel’s butt. there’s a foot kicking an alien/chicken looking character with a huge butt that’s supposed to be rachel and a bubble coming from her mouth that says, “ouch!” oh, it’s such funny stuff.
so what were you doing back in ’83?

17 thoughts on “november 26, 1983”

  1. this made me laugh out loud…
    I threw all of my old journals away. Pre-16, one can only read “today was a good day. I went to school” so many times… ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. this made me laugh out loud…
    I threw all of my old journals away. Pre-16, one can only read “today was a good day. I went to school” so many times… ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. misty, that’s hilarious!! you know, i was reading through that old 1983 diary and most days that’s exactly what i said!! hahaha… “today was a good day. i went to school.” or “went to school again.”

  4. I’ve kept diaries/notebooks sporadically since grade school. The old ones are long gone but I do have a trip diary from the late 70’s that’s endlessly entertaining. 83 was my first year of college and I was a mess. Disordered eating, too much partying, academically way over my head. Yikes.

  5. I was in the first grade! …I don’t think I really started writing until a few years later, but I just brought home two shopping bags full of notes from middle school that the girls and I passed to each other. I can’t wait to go through all that and read about how I was madly in love with Vince.

  6. oh anitra, i have tons of letters that i exchanged with my girlfriends too and i’m still friends with all the same chicks so it’s a hoot to go through all of that stuff.

  7. I wish I still had my old journals. When I got homeless, I lost my journals from age 7 – 17. Ten years, but it probably sucked anyway. I know that my Hello Kitty journals were completely full, but the others weren’t. My journals from 18 – 23 were stolen from a friends garage. I stopped keeping them around 25, right when my lift got interesting.

    Strange thing, but last night I found a bunch a letters in the garage. When I wrote letters to my friends, I kept copies of them in case they wrote me back and referenced something in them. So, I have my original letters and the replies back. Strange reading 14 – 23 years old (thought these were lost with my journals all this time!) and the things that were so important. Most of them were me chastising friends for wasting time obsessing over someone they thought they loved. Me giving advice like, “Pay him/her no mind. You need to concentrate on school/work and focus on you.”

  8. i’ve always kept journals, from elementary school until now. but in 1983 I was only 3, don’t think i was doing much writing then…maybe scribbling ๐Ÿ™‚

  9. Oh, wow! I didn’t even know what a journal was in 1983, even though I was 8.
    My sister was the writer. I was too busy lookin’ at the boys! Yes. Even at 8.

  10. LOL! That’s hilarious!

    I would give anything to have my old journals again, but when I was a teenager I burnt them when I was finished. How angsty is that???

    Wow, there were a bunch of us born in 1980. I was also 3 in 1983. Wasn’t there some big blizzard in 1979, and I bet our parents had nothing better to do…

  11. How neat that you have all of your old diaries! Good for you! I think I may be buying my 8 year old niece a diary for Christmas now! Thanks for the idea! ๐Ÿ™‚

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