Today I learned that three years ago I used to be the exact kind of person that I now absolutely HATE. The kind that don't use proper grammar, spelling, or capitalization. I learned this by cleaning out my Gaia journal of the s**t I wrote in here back when I joined in 2007 or so. I really should have saved some of it for the lulz because it was hilarious, but it was so pathetic that I couldn't bring myself to reread any of it.
However, I did find a note about a particularly amusing day in my life that i had forgotten about. Here it is, rewritten three years later with the proper English language:
My teacher (I really wish I remembered which one!) returned a seven-page essay I had written, so i naturally flipped to the back page to see what score I had gotten and to read the comments. Apparently my teacher had accidentally stapled some papers about her upcoming trip to the back of my essay, entitled "5 Cheap Things To Do When Traveling To Kauai", or something along those lines. The fourth was "CHECK OUT THE BOOBIES!", written in bold lettering. At first we suspected that my teacher was into porn, but upon further notice we located a side note saying, "The seabird kind, not the Sports Illustrated kind, sorry guys."
So apart from remembering some Freshman year comedy and finally realizing why I couldn't keep an A in my English class, my old journal entries really only reduced me to tears. So for now, I bid you adieu.
And I promise that my journal entries will look like they were written by a high school senior from now on.
However, I did find a note about a particularly amusing day in my life that i had forgotten about. Here it is, rewritten three years later with the proper English language:
My teacher (I really wish I remembered which one!) returned a seven-page essay I had written, so i naturally flipped to the back page to see what score I had gotten and to read the comments. Apparently my teacher had accidentally stapled some papers about her upcoming trip to the back of my essay, entitled "5 Cheap Things To Do When Traveling To Kauai", or something along those lines. The fourth was "CHECK OUT THE BOOBIES!", written in bold lettering. At first we suspected that my teacher was into porn, but upon further notice we located a side note saying, "The seabird kind, not the Sports Illustrated kind, sorry guys."
So apart from remembering some Freshman year comedy and finally realizing why I couldn't keep an A in my English class, my old journal entries really only reduced me to tears. So for now, I bid you adieu.
And I promise that my journal entries will look like they were written by a high school senior from now on.
