At the Bottom of Class Popularity

Entry 1

Dear Diary,

Today I found out what some of my classmates really thought of me. I was asked to stay under a box, hidden from sight, and play along for an oral report. I was honored to be picked for the group, and I agreed. I did not know the whole report exactly, but I liked what we were doing during practice. I felt really good when I stood up with my group.

I was not happy afterwards,though. As I was under the box, the group started a new story going... A search for the uglist thing they knew. At the end of the story, well, I found out what they thought was the uglist thing they knew- ME! Even though every one but I failed the report, it did not help my feelings. I feel so disappointed and ugly.

But I Studied!

Entry 2

Dear Diary,

Boy, I am so tired tonight. I stayed in my room all afternoon yesterday studying for a test. I even stayed up later than usual, because I really needed a good grade to keep my B average in class. I was hoping for an A so that my B would be better. My sister had a test also. She looked at her book for a while, but then put her book down and watched some TV before bedtime. Meanwhile, I missed my favorite show last night.

Well, it did not help too much. I made an 81 on my test. I now have a 83 average. I would feel better about my grade, but my sister made 100, and she barely studied. I thought that studing was the way to make better grades... Not for me, I guess.

Blurred Numbers on the Chalkboard

Entry 3

Dear Diary,

Math class was soooo hard today! I really tried to listen better, but the more I pushed myself the worse it became. The numbers on the board were not so bad at first. However, when we had to work a problem at our desks, I could not do it. I just could not remember the steps. Mrs. Brown reviewed the problem, but it did not help. She then told us to take a break and review our errors. She planned to add another step to the long, complicated problem in Algebra. Everyone else was happy about getting the right answer, but I was scared. When she continued the lesson,tears came with it. The numbers blurred through my tears and turned alien. Nothing she wrote made sense for the rest of the period. I could not even see to take notes. Afterwards, I hid in the bathroom and cried.

Why Can't I Remember?

Entry 4

Dear Diary,

I learned something new about tests today. We learned about temperatures and points on the themometer in science. We also had to learn both Celsius and Farenheit. I studied last night, and I could tell you all the information if I could write it down. I could list each section and only miss one or two items.

Today, I made a 60 on the test. I now have a high C. I don't really know what happened, but when we got the test in class, Mr. Wyatt decided to make it easier to grade and do (So he thought). He made one large chart and listed several items and we had to fill in most of the chart ourselves. All my numbers came out scrambled and only one group was correct. What made the difference? What happened?

Will I Always Be Less Than I Want To Be?

Entry 5

Dear Diary,

I recieved my uptenth B today. I made an 88 in English. Wow, so close. In fact, if I think about it, all my grades are mostly 85 to 88. I don't know why. I put so much time into my classes. To top off the day, my sister received her Governer's Honors Certificate today. She has straight A's. I did not know that two sisters could be so different. I try harder or as hard as she does and receive less. Will it always be like this? Every time I want to do my best, I do less. I know I can do better. What is the secret?

What was That Year or Date That I Read?

Entry 6

Dear Diary,

I had a pop quiz in history today. I wish my memory could make the dates true. I had to remember what year George Washington led the Continental Congress. I put down 1747. Oh well, so it was 1774. I knew better, but in my trying to remember, I wrote it down backwards and did not catch it. I hope it did not effect my grade too much. Deb, my best friend, thought it was kind of funny. I don't. What is it about dates? Numbers seem to hate me. I can tell about when something happened, but don't ask me the exact date.

The same thing happened when I had to write John Hancock's name. Guess what! I wrote John Adams. Great! OK, John Adams signed his name so big that the King could not miss it. (I wish!)

Exit Door Knob Recall

Entry 7

Dear Diary,

I know when I am the smartest now. I am the smartest when I leave the classroom after a quiz or test. I can sit and think for minutes over the simplist details. I have the answer on the tip of my tongue, but I cannot make it appear in writing. Today I sat for 15 minutes trying to remember the name of the person who painted the Mona Lisa. I really had a hard time. I know that name as good as my own, but no good. It was gone. I finally wrote Le Vinci. As soon as I touched the knob on the outside of the door, De Vinci popped into my mind. I knew I made a mistake. Art can be fun, or it can be very frustrating. I have heard that hindsight is 20/20. They forgot to add touching the door knob as you leave the room to that list.

Why Do I Feel Like This?

Entry 8

Dear Diary,

My Mom asked to talk to me today. I just knew that it was about boys. I was wrong! It was much more embarrassing and confusing. She wanted to talk about me! She noticed my grades and how sad I was. She told me that I was beating myself up trying to keep up with everyone else in the class. I was doing my best according to her. Well, news flash, my best is not good enough. I want to do better! My Mom said that I had ADD. She said it was Attention Deficit Disorder, but what does that have to do with me. Am I broken? She tried to explain that it can affect my school work. She wanted me to understand that my best was enough for her and Dad. I do not have to beat myself up to get A's as long as I do my best. Does she mean I cannot make A's?

My Mother's Note

Entry 9

Dear Diary,

I found a note in my lunch today. Today was finals at school. I cannot wait till summer starts. I am so tired of losing battles. I had a big history final right after lunch. When I dumped my lunch bag, a pretty piece of stationary fell out along with my apple and sandwich. It is placed between the sheets of this diary. I read it with complete disbelief. She knows how I feel. She had felt the same way. How can that be? She went to college and now is so smart. She could not have had the same problems I am having. When I read the note, I felt a little better. I think I acually made an A on my test. Thanks MOM.