What does a mom of 2 young kids do for entertainment on a Friday night? She reads her old diaries and laughs her head off, and she wants to share some pages with you.
A few weeks ago I posted some pages from my old diaries, and apparently even my Dad had a good laugh. So here we go, a few more gold entries! These are from 1992, when we first moved to Canada. I think other than learning English, this boy named Jeff was mostly on my mind.
September 7, 1992
Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m going alone. So exciting! How could a rookie like me be so brave?
September 9, 1992
I’m exhausted. Going to classes gives me a headache. My nerves are shot. I want to sleep as soon as I get home. I don’t understand anything in class. So tired. So annoyed. I want to go back to Taiwan. If the Taiwanese education system is the same as Canada, that would be great. I don’t want to learn frigging English. So tired.
October 8, 1992
I think I like Jeff. He is so cute. Sigh. I don’t know. He is very gentle, very cute. Especially when he smiles. Aunty told me to just tell him that he is very cute when he smiles. My God. How can I do that! Jeff probably doesn’t even know my name. Maybe one day when I go crazy I will tell him that.
I got 37 out of 38 in math–the highest score in the class. Woohoo. I am famous. The girl sitting in front of me even looked surprised and said to me, “Oh my god!” However, even though the questions were easy, I still worked very hard on the solution, and checked it over and over. I paid a price for getting 37. I’m not sure where I lost 1 mark.
October 14, 1992
I’ve been over-thinking Jeff, I couldn’t even do my homework. Today in PE class I had the opportunity to speak with him. It was the perfect timing, except I had no courage. I said nothing to him. I wrote him a letter, but I’ll probably never have the courage to give it to him. Sigh. It’s so hard for me to take the first step with a boy.